God's Dove

A habit has arisen that I'm loathe to put away;
It seems that I take out my Love to look at it each day.
It stunned me so when it first came, I didn't realize
That it was really Love at all, it was such a surprise.

Each day that I interrogate this Love that I have here
I find myself adoring it and holding it more dear.
It doesn't act like other "loves" that deigned to visit me;
Indeed, it acts and carries on completely selflessly.

It seeketh not control at all, it only sheds its Light;
But it has all the Power of God and all of God's own Might.
It fears not sometime banishment nor does it feel alone;
For every sin or mistake made, it knows it can atone.

You know, I'm quite beside myself to understand this Love,
It's not like any love I've known, it must be from above.
Oh, yes, I've thought that I have loved and held another dear
But never have I loved like this, a Love so pure and clear.

I marvel at its willingness to set another free
To be herself or find herself or be what she would be.
I marvel, too, at how it stays so imperturbable
Despite the efforts of the few to create much trouble.

This Love is not the mortal kind that burns in passion hot;
Indeed, it seems it's best defined by all that that is not.
It doesn't lose its patience quick nor is it e'er unkind;
And Truth is what it always picks when forced to speak its mind.

It doesn't side with ego nor with jingoistic zeal;
The wholeness of the world's the only thing that has appeal.
This Love is strange, I do not doubt, its like no one has seen;
But, yet, to me it's real enough, it is the Golden Mean.

One other thing that I must add, this Love has its own cloak
To make the one invisible who seeks its Flame to stoke.
Thus, anyone who looks upon the Flame of this pure Love
Will think they see a common bird when really it's God's Dove.