I Am Beside Thee

Touch me, mine ain!
Touch me with a hand of loving.
Let thy flesh bespeak me thy companionship.
Behold, I am before thee in a garment of words,
As truly created as thou with thy reason.
I war, meeting thy blade of wit with like blade;
Weighting thy argument with mine;
Becoming a part of thy day;
Sharing alike thy sorrows and thy joys;
By my utterance acclaiming my kinship with thee,
And my heirship to all thy inheritance.
What is the kingdom we inherit?
Light and darkness, hate and love.
All things are either a part of love or of hate.
With hate thou mayst toy for a space,
Letting it be within thy hand
A plaything which thou mayst fondle.
But there shall come a day,
When thou shalt be weary of the bauble,
Leaving it upon the shore of the day,
While thou shalt make communion with the
Heavier element of our inheritance-Love!
For hate is but an atom of earth,
And no part of eternity.
I, who am but a part of thy day,
Acclaim through my word, kin with thee
Inheritant with thy lot.
I am not flesh, yet have spoken! Deny me!