What is love?

It is weak knees

A fluttering stomach

A gentle caress

A sharp breath

A knowing smile

Twinkling eyes

A quiet moment of sublime serenity.

A heart bared

An soul opened.

Mystery

Lust

Passion

Wanting

Needing

Giving freely.

So many things

So complex

So simple

So many songs

So many poems.

And yet, so little understanding

So little control.

So much to fear, unless

You give it up to God.

For God is love.

God sweeps you with the current

And smashes you against the shoals.

But this can’t be true for

God does not kill babies

God does not cause war

God does not inflict pain.

And all who have been spurned are in pain

Deep, guttural pain

Piercing

Searing

Crying out.

My knees are weak

My stomach flutters

I feel your caress

Drawing that sharp breath

But the smile is sad

The twinkle blurred by tears

There is no serenity

Only shards of a broken heart.

Soulful moans

Only mystery

Knowing that you do not love me less than I you

You love him more than you do me.

So simple

So complex

So little understanding

So much pain.

Where is God?