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More Than You Will Ever Know

Dear Master of Love, tell us, how much can there be?
Can it fill every heart, every sky, every sea?
Is there more than our dreaming could ever reveal?
More than words could contain, more than worlds could conceal?

Dear Ones, there is more love than you will ever know—
More than all you can gather, wherever you may go.

That sounds infinite, Master, but surely there’s an end!
Every light has a border, every road has a bend.
Physics says all things are measured, every universe confined—
There must be some horizon even love cannot climb.

Really, Dear Ones?
Are you certain that it’s so?
Are you certain there are places where love cannot go?

Gather all the love you find,
Every heart and every kind.
Hold it high and hold it near—
Still, more love will reappear!

When you think the well runs dry,
When the final star leaves the sky,
I will place within your hands
More love than you understand.

Try this little experiment: travel far and wide.
Gather every tenderness the universe can hide.
Take the love of mothers, lovers, strangers, dearest friends—
Amass it all before you, then see where loving ends.

Will there still be more, Dear Master,
More than we could ever know?

Yes, Dear Ones—forever and forever!
For love is not a thing that goes.

At the moment you believe
there is nothing left to give,
When your open hands are empty
and you’ve spent your will to live—
I and I will reach across the silence,
I and I will open one more door,
And simply, gently give you
A little—
Then a little—
Then a little more.

Gather all the love you find,
Every heart and every kind.
Give it freely, let it flow—
There is more love than we will ever know.

Every ending can begin;
Every empty heart lets in
One more light, one more shore,
One more love—
And then some more!

It’s worth repeating again and again…

Gather all the love you find,
Every heart and every kind.
Hold it high and hold it near—
Still, more love will reappear!

Oh, Dear Master… thank you!

You’re welcome, Dear Ones!
Oh!
There is one more thing I must tell you,
that I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you even more!

Okungaphezu Kwalokho Oyoke Ukwazi

Nkosi Yothando Ethandekayo, sitshele, kungaba khona okungakanani?
Ingabe kungagcwalisa yonke inhliziyo, yonke isibhakabhaka, yonke ilwandle?
Ingabe kukhona okungaphezu kwalokho amaphupho ethu angakuveza?
Okungaphezu kwalokho amazwi angakuqukatha, okungaphezu kwalokho imihlaba engakufihla?

Bathandekayo, kukhona uthando olungaphezu kwalokho oyoke ukwazi—
Okungaphezu kwakho konke ongakuqoqa, noma ngabe uya kuphi.

Lokho kuzwakala kungenamkhawulo, Nkosi, kodwa ngokuqinisekile kukhona ukuphela!

Ukukhanya ngakunye kunomngcele, yonke imigwaqo inejika.
I-physics ithi zonke izinto ziyalinganiswa, yonke indawo yonke ivaliwe—
Kumelwe kube khona umkhathi othile ngisho nothando olungenakukhuphuka.

Ngempela, Bathandekayo?
Uqinisekile ukuthi kunjalo?
Uqinisekile ukuthi kunezindawo lapho uthando lungenakuhamba khona?

Butha lonke uthando olutholayo,
Yonke inhliziyo nayo yonke inhlobo.
Yibambe phezulu bese uyibamba eduze—
Noma kunjalo, uthando oluningi luzovela kabusha!

Uma ucabanga ukuthi umthombo uyaphela,
Lapho inkanyezi yokugcina isuka esibhakabhakeni,
Ngizobeka ezandleni zakho
Uthando oluningi kunalokho okuqondayo.

Zama lokhu kuhlola okuncane: hamba kude nakude.

Butha yonke inceba engafihlwa yindalo yonke.

Thatha uthando lomama, abathandi, abantu ongabazi, abangane abathandekayo—
Buthelela konke phambi kwakho, bese ubona ukuthi uthando luphela kuphi.

Ingabe kusazoba nokuningi, Nkosi Ethandekayo,
Okungaphezu kwalokho esingake sikwazi?

Yebo, Bathandekayo—kuze kube phakade naphakade!
Ngoba uthando aluyona into ehambayo.

Okwamanje ukholwa
akukho lutho olusele ongalunikeza,
Lapho izandla zakho ezivulekile zingenalutho
futhi usuchithe intando yakho yokuphila—
Mina nami sizofinyelela ngaphesheya kokuthula,
Mina nami sizovula omunye umnyango,
Futhi kalula, ngizokunika
Okuncane—
Bese kuba okuncane—
Bese kuba okuncane.

Butha lonke uthando olutholayo,
Yonke inhliziyo nayo yonke inhlobo.
Yinike ngokukhululeka, mayigeleze—
Kukhona uthando oluningi kunalokho esiyoke sikwazi.

Zonke iziphetho zingaqala;
Yonke inhliziyo engenalutho ingena
Okunye ukukhanya, olunye ugu,
Okunye uthando—
Bese kuba okunye!

Kufanele ukuphinda kaninginingi…

Qoqa lonke uthando olutholayo,
Yonke inhliziyo nayo yonke inhlobo.
Yibambe phezulu bese uyibamba eduze—
Noma kunjalo, uthando olwengeziwe luzovela!

O, Nkosi Ethandekayo… ngiyabonga!

Wamukelekile, Bathandekayo!
O!
Kukhona okunye okumele ngikutshele khona,
ukuthi ngiyakuthanda, ngiyakuthanda, ngiyakuthanda, ngiyakuthanda,
Ngiyakuthanda nakakhulu!