SHE

When love beckons to you, follow her,
though her ways are hard and steep.
And when her wings enfold you, yield to her,
though the sword hidden among her opinions may wound you.
And she speaks to you , believe in her,
though her voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you,
so shall she crucify you.
Even as she for your growth so as she for your pruning.
Even as she ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall she ascends to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
She threshes you to make you naked.
She sifts you to free you from husks.
She grinds you to whiteness.
She kneads you until u are pliant; and then she assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast...