Divine Stripping---a Poem
Whether it's Christian's or Hindu's heart
there is no love that better sells
and it's so futile trying to be smart
over sounds of church's or cow's bells.
Symbols that divide us in faith and reason
make of human history such a mocking story
with loving and hating having their season
and with insane violence basking in its glory.
Where are these gods when human hearts go cold?
Like heavenly cops hiding in dark places
feasting on holy doughnuts in chariots of gold
only in some books to show off their faces.
Maybe love is better without all that dressing
into garments of symbols confusing human mind
nakedness was always much more of a blessing
whether love was divine or of other kind.
Indeed, love is one, in a child and in a sinner
and hearts beat the same under all kinds of skin
they don't need judges to call a love cleaner
and no one is sinless to name it a sin.
Could we proclaim such a stripping divine
freeing our hearts from symbols and names
from every label and discriminating sign
cleaning our love from all separating games.