Over.

(inspired by a phone call this morning)

once upon a time
there was 'like',
and it grew so tall
it became love
and it scraped the sky.

seen from all hemispheres
with the naked eye.
seen by God.
it was rooted deeply.
intertwining:
it grew thick.
having taken a long time to arrive
it was able to withstand outside forces:
finances
family
unemployment
long distance
career paths
culture
racism

it continued to grow,
becoming comfortable
becoming complacent enough
easy enough to finally sleep with both eyes closed.

but it was able to withstand everything but

-religion.

by alexgeorge   for the xande

Isn't it ironic that though we both love God, it was religion that tore us apart?