The opposite of love
Love asks no questions, You said.
Doubt, apparently, is love’s opposite,
a rocky, futile path to truth
avoided by the highest form
of fawn-eyed credulity.
Our impotence exposed, truth found out
when inquiries cease altogether.
Not hatred then, not indifference,
but doubt is the opposite of love,
love a blitheness achieved
only by the death of the lover
asking no questions from the bottom of a grave.
O child of God, whosoever will
lose his life for My sake shall find it.