heart condition

the absence of love

doesn't always breed desperation

the separation from love

at times conditions...

prepares a void

to be refilled

by the One who

garners our implicit faith...

plainly,

i learn to live

with just the blessing to give

that He may,

take his holy ewer

and fill me up again...

humans,

don't make it easy...

oh, do they complicate 

the simplest...

selfishly inflicting their right to be

on me

i abhor the cliched reply

that,

"i am...who i am"

when the truth is

that you are who He's made you to be

someone capable
of living purposefully

...beyond your surface vision
of self and ego

there lives the reflection

of that beautiful image

He created diligently...

at any time,

your power to ignite 

the fires of agape love

can spark and change your immediate world

the things you want to renovate

will tumble down

when you supplicate

and then rise like a building

as a new line in the sky...

who you are
is who you choose to be

maybe it's who you are...

to safely hide the sensitivities

and to justify the inability

to trust you... and not so much me.

and so the beat goes on...

that i'm loving humans

to the point of emptiness,
until i lean...

head back...

eyes closed...

mouth open...

to receive the love He spills into me

and that there,

isn't a thing i can explain...

not the why i do it,

not the why "they"
don't always reciprocate

just the truth,

that His vessel,

feeds my vessel,

and i, in turn feed yours...

and if more of us fed love
to the unloved,
and...put down our cups

and picked up our ladles...

no one may ever feel like,

in order to deal with absence of love...

they had to condition themselves to do without it