We love the things that we can touch
and pretend to love the others
in some kind of mass display of
insincerity, a response to the cultural
goad. Would you go against the pricks?
Be like the ox and move it forward;
do not think too much about love
for it will make you feel alone and sad.
God is one we cannot touch
and those who love Him do not
love Him as they do their child, their
woman, their dog, their parakeet.
This sacrifice to Yahweh of a lamb
is no sacrifice at all;
give God your MasterCard
tell Him to get Himself something nice.
God could not love as we love—
if He did then He would only weep
and Heaven would be an ocean
and we would splash in it like Alice
bored and waiting for eternity to end.
We love the things that we can touch and yet
we do not always love what touches us.
To love that which is not you
is the height of selfishness.
You owe the one you love an apology.
You owe the one you love some distance.
You owe the one you love everything
and you forget that every day.