Poetic Interlude XXIV

I did not understand that God is Love
Until I understood that cabbage leaves
Are shaped to keep and carry water to the root,
That the I Who Am in every extant second
Allows humanity to make their free decisions.
I did not understand that God is Love
Until I understood that light creates our colors
And color correlates with every new emotion,
That the sickness which seeks to kill us now
Protects us from its offspring in the future.
I did not understand that God is Love
Until I tried to protect the runt of every litter
To preserve weakness for its pitiful sake,
That surviving passion needs a mirrored effort-
I am learning love is blind and blindly Loving.