He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. And then He assigns you to His sacred fire, That you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. That you many know the secrets of your heart, And in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But not all of your laughter And weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but Itself and takes naught but for Itself.
And think not you can direct the course of Love, For Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire, but to fulfil itself.