Reinstalling my System (5)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
But no, my heart just wouldn't die,
It loved, though I ignored
Its every message, every urge
Shut down across the board.
In spite of my refusal
To allow my heart to thrive,
Love was undaunted. Finally,
I heard: "I am alive!"
And is it wrong to feel, I ask?
Must feelings be confined
To pre-approved, convent'nal channels
Or, if it's plenty for most folks,
Is it enough for all?
If love be felt for many, Lord,
Must I from Your grace fall?
But I was taught that "God is Love"
And You love ev'ry soul;
Could it be sinful, then, to love
Kind people, one and all?
If I'm built in Your image, God,
It's right to be creative;
It's good to love--In your land,
Hate's foreign; Love's a native,
Or so it seems to me, I say.
I cannot chuse but love
And caring happens on its own--
A nudge, a tap, a shove--
I can't decide for whom I care;
I thought that came from You!
And I suppose I'll carry on
This way until life's through.
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