The true question

The true question
 
During every pilgrimage over the years,
I have bowed down twice a day (or more) at the Tomb;
 
attended and dutifully listened
to the various Meherazad testimonies.
 
Returned home to clasp my hands daily
before a relic-adorned shrine, trying,
 
perhaps, to prove a sincerity I do not feel.
I have attempted to make Meher the center of my life –
 
attending events and meetings, visiting the Center,
professing before God and others the love
 
I hope to one day possess, though it now seems
that the true question is not whether I love God
 
but whether He loves me . . . (or not)
and, in lieu of any certainty, do I believe it myself?
 
O child of God, make Meher the center of your life
in the hopeless hope that one day He will become its entirety.