More than you could know,
Give my all to show you, though,
How I love you so.
What we feel will change in time,
Yet this takes place of the Sublime.
Each consolation passing by,
We follow, seeking our next high.
‘Tis no wonder, then, that we
Can hardly grasp fidelity.
Whether God or Love or Passion,
All in some degree or fashion,
Matter based on what we feel.
When we’re not high, it isn’t real.
Perhaps what we must do instead
is face the truth we’ve come to dread.
No hit is lasting; highs are cheap;
No lasting treasure will we reap
Should we keep up our fevered pace
All passing pleasure to replace.
God is not when thing go “right,”
Or when we fall for tune and light.
Love is not emotion sweet,
Abandoned when our stores deplete.
Passion is not mere elation,
A fleeting, short infatuation.
Unless these things survive our mood,
I fear we’ll have no lasting good.
If Fear is given all control,
I fear that we may lose our Soul.
For with Fear comes hoarded life,
A primal greed, an endless strife.
Yet if in these uncertain times,
We forgo our historic crimes
And choose to Love our neighbors through,
What endless good such change could do!
Two paths we see
One we take,
Quick to forsake
Our neighbor weak,
Ourselves to seek.
The other way,
Is what I pray
We choose to tread
With love instead
Of panicked greed.
With all I plead,
When danger’s near,
Yield not to fear.
With love our core,
Give all the more.