Is Love, then, so Simple
IS love, then, so simple my dear? The opening of a door, And seeing all things clear? I did not know before. I had thought it unrest and desire Soaring only to fall, Annihilation and fire: It is not so at all. I feel no desperate will, But I think I understand Many things, as I sit quite still, With Eternity in my hand.
Irene Rutherford McLeod


















