WHAT LOVE CAN DO

I love my friends. ….friends from every corner of life perspectives and persuasion. Each person gives me great joy, and I could not live without them. They are God given gifts to me…. even if they don’t believe there is a Gift Giver. Precious all….each wonderfully made.

I post this poem in an effort to make sense of all of the “noise“in the world fracas. There is no guile in any word of it. Please don’t take this as an invitation to share political beliefs. That is not the purpose of this post.

I would like to qualify the word “love” to which I refer in the following poem.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

WHAT LOVE CAN DO

In the fields of civic rabble

War has broken friendship ties

Truth, whose truth, the whipping question

Battles rage for cause and rights

Individuation mounting

Hating clouds form hanging rope

Mortal wisdom, helpless midwife

Birthing yet more stillborn hope

Children mimic spurious notions

Faulty syllogistic ruse

Change becomes a weakened whimper

Now let’s see what Love can do

Souls from towers, backwood hollers

Many poised to swing the sword

Some use angry poet’s skill with

Wounding demonizing words

Tightly holding to perfection

Ancient bane to what is good

Will we ever come together

Know respect that’s understood

See how tribalist increasing

Separate us more and more

How does one restore a oneness

Never truly one before

Eloquence and worlds of insight

Cannot change the resolute

Attitudes the only locksmith

Now let’s see what Love can do

Now let’s see what Love can do

A poem by Greg Nelson

Poppie’s Hallel