Amid the flickering <br />shadows of the world, <br />the tapestry that has <br />no substance, but is <br />wholly sleight-of-hand, <br />except for Love, <br />let me know <br />and live for Love— <br />and dwell in the <br />unchanging depths, <br />from where the transient <br />play of waves <br />is beautiful.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-8/
