Love's Loveless Story

The death of the individual,

Abandonment of person,

Is this what you require, My Lord?

The dissolution of desire?

 

For I am blinded by self-

Encompassed within my own.

I cannot love you, Dear God.

Not while I bid myself adieu.

 

You demand of me my all,

All which once compelled me to belief.

But I now see the veil, Oh King.

My now empty affection grows pale.

 

“Love me!” You plead!

“Sing to me my praises!” You beg.

Though were I to remain silent,

How might you react, You Distant Tyrant?

 

Threaten me with death!

Frighten me into your oppressive grasp!

This is what you have laid before me, Loving God!

Never intending for me to be free.

 

Were I to do the same,

To force my hand upon another,

The world would decry my acts…

But You…you get a free pass.

 

What shame Omniscience must bring!

Knowing all, yet understanding so little.

Being God does not grant you pardon-

If there be one thing, of this I am certain.