THE SKY GAVE ME ITS HEART
The sky gave me its heart
because it knew mine was not large enough to care
for the earth the way
it did.

Why is it we think of God so much?
Why is there so much talk
about love?

When an animal is wounded
no one has to tell it: "You need to heal";
so naturally it will nurse
itself the best it can.

My eye kept telling me, "Something is missing
from all I see." So it went in search of a cure.

The cure for me was His beauty, the remedy--
for me was to
love.


Rabia of Basra
Love Poems From God
Twelve Sacred Voices From the
East and West
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
( send by AUNTIE MAME)