Where Love is First
Take me to the place where no one can go
Where death is afraid
And swans alight to play
On the overflowing lake of love.
There the faithful gather
ever true to their Lord.
Refining their love in the fire of the mind-
Arrayed in goodness, adorned with ankle bells,
They dance the dance of contentment,
They crown themselves with a crown of gold
There where love of the Lord is first
And all else is last.
Mirabai