All Created Things Shall Yield

And when these eyelids close in final sleep

I will depart knowing I heard love's call,

Was loved beyond all measurements of man,

Most divine and true, embracing all,

Above the heart's desire, body's need,

Beyond mind's smallness and its clutching greed,

Love that soars in temples to the Gods

Expressed in music's waves or chiselled stone

Passionate in flow, not passion-filled,

A universal love not to man alone

But found in flower, animal and field,

Love to which all created things shall yield.