A Personal Gnosis

I call to Pink, kind one, compassionate one,
ever-patient one, to whom all hearts are open.
Friend of the wounded, the troubled, the world-weary,
friend of those who know their own pain and those who spurn
your healing hand, friend of those who have found their joy
and those who seek it still, you wait at the door
until we hear your knock and open ourselves to you.
Love is yours, love of all sorts, the love of mother
for child, the love of men and women that brings
new life into the world, the passion of lovers,
the love of friends made family, the love we have
for our fellow men: love is yours, and you are love's.