My Scout 1981

Don’t tell me that I work too much for free
Or that I am foolish to be kind
For my Beloved has been amply generous and tender with me
It pleased him, when he found me, and in the end,
There is no kindness I could withhold, nothing I would not give.

Do not tell me that pain is the reality I must grow up to
Or that I must learn to face the void as my fate
Friend--
Nothing can quench the flood of my joy
Or douse out my fire for life.

Do not tell me that the world is as it appears;
It is more! 
And there is far more than this world
And when I strain and pull in my harness
It isn’t for hay or carrots
Or to bury my pain and forget it
It is all for him!  It is for the Light dancing in jubilation
That shines upon you and me every day

Do not tell me it is all in vain
For I have a hope that words cannot diminish
If you are pulled into a boat by a strong man,
Will you leap out again into the waves to drown?
I am in the ark
And my Beloved is an able seaman