Divine Love - A poem

We become who we hate
Fine replicas of our hate-idol’s world view
Emulating the one we hate,
We see with his eyes,
Hear from his ears, speak in the same tongue,
Breathe out the same noxious air
Strike with his hand
And we still hate him

We become who we love
Fine replicas of our love-idol’s world view
Emulating the one we love,
We see with his eyes,
Hear from his ears, speak in the same tongue
We smell his fragrance in the air
We become his hand
And the love continues

Then Divine Love it should be
Love of the Beloved
For then we become Him

Is Loving the Divine not better
Than hating and loving mere mortals?
For Divine love shall make you
An embodiment of Love
For all
With all.


- Afia