Born To Be Love
When we’re young; we keep looking ahead;
we foresee our youth as a barrier;
few even conceive that all become dead;
even our family’s pet terrier.
The thoughts of such; our mind cannot take;
it’s a future beyond what eyes can see;
it’s only probability; it must be a mistake;
there can’t be a grave, waiting for me.
It happens to every cow in the barnyard;
to the wisest owl in the tree;
it visits all drivers upon life’s boulevard;
and, eventually will happen to thee.
Many can’t cope with such ominous thought;
they surmise that it cannot exist;
they’ll be the exception; the Master wrought;
yet, still; their fears persist.
We all tend to fear what we don’t understand;
the earth is neither, the beginning, nor end;
all that’s happening; is according to God’s plan;
to the kingdom of heaven; all must ascend.
We view competition as a path to perfection;
somehow; we must win life’s tests;
in so doing; we’re flirting with rejection;
God taught: “He who is least is best!”
Life was never created to be a competition;
it’s an eternal energy beget from above;
so mystical; it almost seems an apparition;
Life was created as Love.
Truth said: “The meek shall inherit the earth!”
Yet, someday the earth shall be gone;
Death returns Love; to the garden of birth;
and, in heaven; Love will live on.
Monty 5/23/23. # 1,592