It alters not & if it does, was not -
But I knew different, didn’t i?
It came in with a rush of all it could be
A goodness and mercy over-running my table

But I knew different, didn’t I?
I portioned out the parts to share
Of goodness, with mercy, running over my table
I didn’t care, I had the metaphors close to hand

My portion and my part, to share:
Closing my eyes, I tried to dare.
I didn’t care, I had the metaphors close to hand
“His love’s like loaves and fishes.”

Closing my eyes I took the dare
My love’s not fixed, nor his – they grow
Our love’s like loaves and fishes, look!
I handed round the broken bits

My love’s not fixed, nor hers – it grew
I watched her nourished strong, and still
I handed round the broken bits
And watched the magic do its ill

I watched her nourished strong and still
It went out with a rush of all it had been
I watched that magic do its ill:
Love alters not, and if it does, was not.