Love

God’s love is not enough in this world.
If it were,
there would be no procreation;
no parents, no siblings, no twins; 
no hierarchies, no families, 
no traditions;

no “black sheep;” 

no squabbles, reunions, celebrations;
no next of kin. 
A life with no connections beyond interests,
perhaps a friend, 
but never an urge, no need to hug,
cohabit, get married, prepare wills.

All life would be paced to a walk,

never a run
to catch someone loved who is leaving;

a life smooth, humdrum,
conducted at best at a stroll.
Why entertain
when nothing is worth celebrating? 

We would not know love
truly ends, 
there being no love at beginning
and, hence, no end.

Numbers we might add and subtract,
but no multiplying.
Multiplying would make no sense.
Nor would division. 

Life would be a tedious drag…

unless God were in all ways a clown,
an entertainer,
making sure life was never a bore. 

Routine, deadly dull life would be,
God’s role a farce
as one thing follows another
without suspense.

Just think!  But, in fact, we can’t. 

Most thoughts require a beginning,
also an end 
and there’s nothing we can do about it:
which is love’s true meaning.

Love is but a knowledge of God,
God being known 
as Alpha and Omega: Beginning, End 

of whatever to us is most precious:
what we cleave to
and the last thing we want to give up,
but the first we do.