BELOVED

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be…
Be love…
Be loved…
Beloveds…

Before the first word
before the first wound
before the walls were raised—

there was a pulse

quiet as breath
ancient as starlight

calling every living thing
toward relation

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be…
Be love…
My beloveds!

Not only to those
who mirror your face

Not only to those
who speak your language
or carry your name

But to the trembling stranger
to the forgotten child
to the exhausted earth itself

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be love!
Be love!
Be love!
Be love my beloveds!

When the room grows cold
be warmth

When the noise grows cruel
be the listening

When fear says:
withdraw—

remain and be love
be love

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be loved…
Be loved…

Not because you earned it
through perfection

Not because you conquered sorrow

But because existence itself
once opened its hands
and said:

stay

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be loved…
Be loved…

The rivers know this
The forests know this
The old stones know this

Even the stars
burn themselves into darkness
so others may see

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be love!
Be love!

Be loved…
Be loved…

You were never outside
the great unfolding
You were never outside love!
Never separate
from the long chorus
of becoming
love
of being
love

Sing to me my beloveds!

Be love!
Be love!

Be…
Be love…
Be loved…
Beloved…

Sing to me my loves!

I and I are love
I am love
I am beloved
I and I are love
I am love
I am beloved!
I am beloved!
I am beloved!
I am beloved!
I am beloved!
I am beloved!