There Is Only Love

We are the earth and we are its oil.


We are seeds; we are gifts to the soil.


We are hope’s blood and bone that we’re never alone –


that is to say, that there is only love.


We are the air that sings through the trees.


We are each other and we are on our knees.


We are the mystery and the wind in all beauty and suffering –


that is to say, that there is only love,


that is to say, that there is only love.


And we are fire and sometimes we are light.


We are passions that sometimes are right.


And we are brick, we are mortar, we’ll be ashes tomorrow –


that is to say, that there is only love,


that is to say, that there is only love.


We are water and we are the rain.


And we can know by only what we can name.


And we are salt, we are cane, and we’re never the same –


that is to say, that there is only love,


that is to say, that there is only love,


that is to say, that there is only love