Love

It’s the simple pursuit that mesmerises, love that terrifies me.

Why would what is perfect desire what is broken, accept limp tokens of affection?

Let’s not mention the tendency to pride that holds my psyche together.

Bold promises of self-improvement, the eventual exclusion of anger from my mouth.

Of my dependence on you, I can never be in doubt.

That’s what’s craziest, nothing about you screams need or greed,

Yet you draw me deeper into you.


I don’t usually like to write poetry about my faith. I’m quite secular in that regard, believing truth is universal regardless of personal ideology or taught doctrine. Every now and again, however, I’m reminded of the kind of love I as a Christian believe God has for everyone.

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