Forget the bit about being
everywhere, and seeing
everything. My mercy is
limited. I can try
to give you
my forgiveness
completely.
On the plus side, I won’t
ask sacrifices,
send down plagues,
cast you into the desert,
turn my not-all-seeing eye blind
to test you, or make you
a salty column.
Other than that, I think
we’re the same lonely guy,
and I do
love you
unconditionally
at least when I’m in
the proper frame of mind.
2 comments:
I find that love is much like that - unconditional love comes through shared pain, in a way. If it is not shared, or understood, then much of the connection is lost. Don't you think?
(Lovely poem. I can't leave a comment and not say that.)
Thanks Zanity. Yes, I agree. Pain is unavoidable in this world, and being able to share in and lighten that of another is the purest form of love.
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