LOVE, ALMIGHTY

Love, Almighty! What can you tell
to alleviate long effects of thy bléssèd spell?

That longing is good for us? Let alone
plague, calamities, coy misfortune -- all
that if doesn’t destroy, might as well evolve.
Like the hearing of an abalone.

I have learned your strategy: sweep off one’s feet -- entice --
merge for thy fleeting millennia -- run aground.
Off from the breaking waves -- breaking the day -- sunrise
casts on the drifting skies its muffled round.