The one gauge
Just love Me, my Lord said.
Perhaps His only request.
Love being for love’s sake –
without hope of gain, advantage or favor.
In my heart, I find a dearth of such love.
And fear growing rank.
The best I might give You, Lord, is gratitude
which I have come by honestly –
in response to Your kindness.
Gratitude for the life I’ve led;
for the life You led. Gratitude
for a family and my imperfect love
for all their human beauty.
And gratitude especially for being,
indeed, my only source of truth,
however ill at times I receive it,
the one gauge in this troubled dreamscape
I trust and cling to, without which
I would have long ago become untethered,
alone, overwhelmed and lost.
O child of God, not knowing what love is,
how can you judge your lack of it?