Hemlock
wine
Beware
of love, o pilgrim. It’s a barbed
hook;
a ball
and chain; hemlock wine.
It’s a
cliffhanger, a pyramid scheme;
a title
loan with ballooning payments.
Love is
a lake of fire – I say that
having
never entered the flames.
I’m
still leaping about on the griddle.
They
call You Lord of Love,
Father
of Mercy, yet, at times,
I’ve
found Your love to be quite merciless.
Forgive
my incapacity to understand.
Daily
my faith grows without evidence . . .
and
love . . . love is an apparition floating by
the
window of a haunted mansion.
O child
of God, let not the word love escape your lips
until
your heart knows enough to speak wisely.
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