Some day hopefully
we will meet our own gaze
in a storefront, or see
in the eyes of beggars,
or priests or parents or partners;
the truth about that sensation
radiating in our chest,
and the lucky ones
will experience the epiphany,
the disrobed realization
that Love never claims victims--
that is a role only self-inflicted.
We want to be, need to be participants
in Love, recipients, consumers,
beings transformed by it, resculpted
and reconstituted into multi-souled organisms--
for it is only love that completes us all,
and without this wisdom
we are just running naked
down a street of broken glass
looking for shoes.
Would you like the Author to read this poem to you?