The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Yes Yes Yes
Saying yes is love
Embracing hurt accepting pain
Sitting with our suffering
To know and for a profoundly other to know
Here I am we are each becoming
Love is love not despite but because
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