The Library of Love

I was reared to Believe
in a Deity
Who Loved Me,

But Spoke to Me in a
Courtroom Voice:

How do I Judge Thee?
Let Me Count
The Ways.

If You’ve even
Thought
to Transgress,
it’s as if
You Have.

One Day You’ll Die,
and After That
More Judgment.

What If
That’s a Lie?

What If
I’ve been Duped
by Fear,
Fomented by
Another Lie,

That I Am Separate
from The Source
of The Light
That Lit Me?
The Love
That Knit Me?
That Burns In Me,
As Me.

What If
Judgment is a Myth
as Foolhardy as That
Lie of Separation?

What If
I Choose to Smile
at The Fear,
Hug It To Me,
Wipe Its Tears.
Laugh Away That
Lie of Separation.

Send My Transgressions
Invitations to a Life
Beyond Fear,

Where Judgment Blooms
Into Bouquets
of Affection

for The Practice of
Transmuting Transgressions
into Storybooks
for the
Library of Love.

(Photo by Andrej Lisakov; UnSplash)