22 November 2005

i love you...

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeign there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

~Roy Croft~


This is one of my favorite poems, if not the favorite. I like it because it can be written for a friend or a lover. But I like to read it like I am reading it to Jesus.

1 comment:

Shelley said...

that's a wonderful poem. i too love poetry. and as i read it, although i thought of the one i love, i too sat and thought it spoke of Christ to me: "for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart and passing over all he foolish weak things that you can't help dimly seeing there".

thx