Mystical poem written 2-24-24.
1. Suppose I were to fall, Wind whipping my body, As I plunged Suppose I was made large, Blotting out the very Moon, As I grew Suppose I was suspended, Like a thread between the poles, Stretched thin and trembling Then still, always, would I love You 2. Suppose You were to hide, Concealing Yourself behind the Sun, Wearing a froth of stars Suppose You were angry, White-hot and trembling, Like a tired earthquake Suppose my love had failed You, Missing the mark and falling, As I stumbled Then still, always, would I love You 3. Suppose the worst happened, And the sky was swallowed up, Like a drop of chocolate Suppose the wrath of forgotten gods, Like the measure of my deeds, Were to fall upon me Suppose the final day, Had come at last, And I was judged guilty Then still, always, would I love You
Art: José Benlliure y Gil, “Life of Francis of Assisi, 1858 – 1937