Monday, September 17, 2007

Love's Lament

We have forgotten
We forget what love is
What it is intended to be
Merely feelings it is not

Press down that heart
It is deceitful, and does not let up
Feeling is the easy part
The virtue is cut out

The Lord has words for love
Found in his commands and ways
Too often lost in the ways of the world
Too often missed in the business of life

My heart is on my sleeve in the open
Right there too be lost, won, or neglected
We trade the good and pure, for the easy and corrupt
To love is to be in pain