Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day
If I were dying, I would say to you,
“My heart will soon be dead but what you need
To know is that — no matter what — all through
The cosmos one recurring, mystic creed
Is whispered. It is far too mute to be
Picked up by scientific notice, or
For saints to hear it sympathetically
Unless they put aside their tortures for
The bliss of ecstasy. This gospel thrills
The smallest subatomic fragment in
Our universe. A silent echo spills
Through all the gaps in God and through your sin.
..I will and won’t be here when I am gone,
….But love and I will be in every dawn.