Love Is (The True Divine)

By Gus Victoria

Love is easy.

Hate is hard.

Love creates.

Hate destroys.

We are not created to hate,

We are taught,

We are not born to kill,

We learn how,

Symbols mean nothing at birth,

Symbols mean nothing at death,

Words by other men

That sow hate,

Gather only a bitter harvest

Against our nature,

Like children, wise men wonder,

In awe at miracles,

Great and small

Of Creation,

Then, to them, there is not time,

No waste so great,

Than to expend an effort,

Any effort,

To hate.

For that is the fire that destroys

The joy,

The wonder,

The miracle of Creation.

God or gods matter little

Beyond the love you give,

For in that,

Not in hate,

Is the True Divine.