(174-181) Works Of Love
Our Duty To Be In The Debt Of Love
Love Has No Comparison
Love is an infinitude
Embodies the middle term
So it is an act of ineptitude
To make comparison our concern
We violate the very essence
Of love and its endless debt
Love withdraws its presence
To compare is to forget
The infinite is immeasurable
That's beyond all calculation
To the mundane mind it's incredible
But that's why love has its fascination
Comparison is calculation
Do we count love on our few fingers?
Counting love is its condemnation
Check the bill and love can't linger
Love to be free must be open
All else is degradation
When the thought of love is spoken
It must be in celebration
Love is never a seduction
For it's always something sacred
Of God at its inception
At the heart of all created
The middle term makes our love possible
For love exceeds our few dimensions
The infinite makes us deeply responsible
To exceed the limit of our intentions