Love Rules

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

The joys of earthly flesh, a smile
to wreath the maid of morn
an inner world to project out,
of God stuff we are formed.

	No need to cling like over-ripe fruit
	to heaven far above,
	We are made of silver stardust
	and we were made from love.

Look not to moon, or sun to see,
look deep with questing heart,
hug coming night with outstretched arms,
the dark’s another part.

	No need to cling like over-ripe fruit
	to heaven far above,
	We are made of silver stardust
	and we were made from love.

For gifted are we with all we need,
this is no metaphor,
we have a heaven here on earth,
yet still we ask for more.

	No need to cling like over-ripe fruit
	to heaven far above,
	We are made of silver stardust
	and we were made from love.

Be not the spoiled and sullen child
crying on, tired of his toys
mature, grow up, grow inward now
see life's heavenly joys!

*meant to be sung as a hymn