Then Is All Love? It Is, It Is! - Ray Bradbury

[Larry Robinson]

Then Is All Love? It Is, It Is!

Then is all Love?   It is.   It is!
Pure Gravity is Love, it loves to seize our feet,
It snatches souls and slows the pulse that, fleet,
Churns life throughout our blood.
Mass calls each neighborhood.
Thus Earth loves us and tugs our cuffs
And roughs our hair and keeps us here
Most dear to all its Mass.
While up above, or far below, depending on how you class and see it,
The Sun says Love, and Earth replies: So be it.
And, hurled about the Universe, transfixed
By Sun’s pure Love, our Earth strolls mixed
With other worlds that in the sling
Of Gravity are freed but kept to, circling, sing
Those songs of amity that Sun insists we make
In cyclings of round-abouting give and take.
As with the Sun and Earth, and Earth to us,
So heart to blood and blood to skin;
The merest atom, molecule or germ knows love within,
Each of the next, and clings to keep.
In soul of merest worm asleep
A kindling whisper burns as bright as Fire above,
To Man, to blood, to Earth’s grim bulk, to Sun,
To Suns beyond our Sun,
To microscopic blink, electric spark beyond that blink,
In Titan push or subterranean shove,
God says one single word that binds us each to all:
Love.  Now, listen: Love.  And once more listen: Love.
And, echoed:
Love.

	- Ray Bradbury (1981)