God is love.
When I was young they taught me
God is love.
These were important words, the biggest in
English language, standing for the
highest truths of all.
I was amazed and frightened by their
sound, and sought their meaning out.
So I dropped both into the sea of
truth,
and they swiftly sank,
and I never saw them again.
I threw them up into the sky of freedom,
and they fell back to me, unchanged.
I took one in each hand, and they were
a perfect fit.
I put them into the heart of me,
and found them already there.
I asked, in my mind,
what they are,
and language became very silent.
So what is left then?
Two intensities, keenly wanting to
walk and act
in a world that is witless without them.
And I, poor preacher,
need to mind the difference
that isn't there
between the importance of words
and how they act
in a world we have
dimly discovered,
thus far.
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