Show me,
who among us
has not desired love
in ways which caused
suffering
for ourselves
or others?
Why does
the call for love often looks fearful, violent, and ill-meaning.
Although it is always well intentioned beneath the confusion.
I ask,
Can this be called love at all?
Show me,
who's small, personal will
(save that which is Joyned in Love)
has not wrecked havok in life?
How many ways has unconscious desire for separation left us in the dark?
Tell me,
In love,
do we use our words as swords?
Do do we turn our disgust into bullets of hate?
First look...
Is there room in the heart to know
there are victims on both sides of the gun?
Lord,
When will we end the search
For anything
Save
The Kingdom?
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Show me,
who among us
has not desired love
in ways which caused
suffering
for ourselves
or others?
Why does
the call for love often looks fearful, violent, and ill-meaning.
Although it is always well intentioned beneath the confusion.
I ask,
Can this be called love at all?
Show me,
who's small, personal will
(save that which is Joyned in Love)
has not wrecked havok in life?
How many ways has unconscious desire for separation left us in the dark?
Tell me,
In love,
do we use our words as swords?
Do do we turn our disgust into bullets of hate?
First look...
Is there room in the heart to know
there are victims on both sides of the gun?
Lord,
When will we end the search
For anything
Save
The Kingdom?
Musings on the nature of "love" from separation.
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