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The God of Love

 

What can I do but surrender to the God of Love?

 

A young man wears a dress and dances on the side of the street.  He has done you no harm, yet you tell me you want to throw him in the river to drown. I look into your eyes and I see a little girl who was taught that only a select few were worthy of your love. To love those deemed unworthy was dangerous and would make you weak. I see this little girl shrinking, taking on her parents’ hate like a poisonous suit of armor. It was not your fault. You were too young to know the difference and you needed your parents love to survive; so you absorbed the hate that came along with it. You decided long ago who it was safe to love and who you thought threatened you so badly that you needed to hate them.

 

You sir, you tell me the people on food stamps are destroying the country. I can feel the hatred in your voice. I look into your eyes and see your sorrow. It is a bottomless sorrow which has entangled your heart like a grotesque weed. I want to tell you that this is an invasive weed, not native to your own nature. But I know you are not ready to hear me. I see your long forgotten dreams; surrendered to the belief that life is struggle. Dear friend, your rage has nothing to do with the unfortunate people on food stamps, but with the joy that you abandoned long ago.

 

I do not hate you. Oh my mind could come up with a thousand reasons to do so. Self-rightousness is the most seductive of drugs.  It would be easy for me to join the chorus. But I will not become part of this mob. I will surrender to the God of Love which is what we are and which is all that is real.

 

And with those who join me we shall change the world.