(123) Works of Love
Love is the fulfilling of the law
Number One in Love
In the world we look out for number one
In self-love this is the highest wisdom
It's not a question of Thy will be done
Thus self-deceit in heaven's kingdom
We will not know what life can offer
If our love we will not express
When our neighbor is just some bother
Love's middle term has been repressed
Number one means we're in competition
With all others from two on down
From that what comes to fruition?
But fear from all around
In such competition, failure always threatens
We're losers if we're not first
To avoid that we use all weapons
And they just make things worse
But love is not competitive
No middle term means love's aggression
Our suspicions become repetitive
And our battle becomes our passion
If love works by a mathematic
It's one equal plus one equal other
Each day becomes dramatic
Such addition makes us lovers
Divine love brings us a victory
Far greater than all we can count
An escape from the world's identity
So we can know our own account
So tawdry numbers are superfluous
When loving neighbor as our self
Our success becomes continuous
And no one suffers from what is else
The divine in majesty is not a one
In our love the divine is all
There is no loss when all's said and done
From love's grace we need never fall