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Come on, the sky, and down you look,

How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!

Always here are flowers. Color blue

And many of other kinds. Is drawing who? —

Whose love is very much and fine,

Enough to give us the magic shine?

For me, for you, for the people following,

Who’ll come in the next age, or morning.

Somewhere is the Loving Man…

But is it the man? Who rightly can

So love? I know – only God

Can love all love-lorns. Every thought

Is love-oriented, and gives us hope,

To be all the time lovely and cope.

God never does judge himself

His law He made a gift for ourselves.

He all the time sent better thoughts

For earthly people, but they lost.

Don’t keep love-letters ever maybe,

Somebody has a priestly letter.

What does He write to us? What wants He to say?

Constantly many letters do send.

About the loveable, He will have said!