Is it possible to love others without supporting them?
Is not love a division of support?
Is not love called to be unconditional?
Is love called to remove itself from certain people?
In certain circumstances?
Will love be able to withstand the traumas of the world?

Love cannot live in me.
I am far too small
For such a great act.
Is it really love if it cannot be
Molded, broken, hurt, and healed?
Is it really love if it is exclusively given
To me?

Love makes people angry, upset and confused.
Love can’t bring people together, really, can it?
Our world doesn’t have enough love
To burn bridges, close doors, or turn the other cheek,
Does it?

Some say there is a type of Love,
Born of the sins of the earth, beaten into death.
This is a Love not shaped of greed,
Of desire or of blood.
This Love is bigger than anything ever known,
It created expansion, passion, devotion and power.
A special breed of Love
That gave birth to all others,
A Love that overcomes all
As it cannot be overcome.
A Love given out of grace,
A Love given out of history
Of protection and preservation
For its offspring.

A Love Given From God’s Own Self.
This is the Love we are called to support,
The love of the world is not.

Poetry lends itself to judgment and speculation as tools of progress, as opposed to being strictly interpreted in only one way. With that in mind, I really hate for people to read my poetry because I write it in a certain mindset and it's hard to translate that through writing. However, I'm all the more glad if it was interesting, or at least somewhat made sense.