Like The Water

Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is
always too much.
We did not make it.
Though we drink
till we burst,
we cannot
have it all,
or want it all.
In its abundance
it survives
our thirst.

In the evening
we come down
to the shore
to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
through the regions
of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters
thirsty.

We enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.

--Wendell Berry