The books and the prophets assure You love all.
Forgive me my crying: come show You love all.
Hate dances with ignorance, love’s shouted down.
It meekly invokes Your promise to love all.
I cling to Your command, two words that form
a vow that is, yet must become, true: love all.
Death comes for all, but vigils only mourn some.
Loose our fear-hardened minds – teach us to love all.
Forgive us our crying, we small, broken ones –
Heartsick, I cry You would reach, through love, all.
(love letter’d for not scanning. womp womp.)