Poetry In Motion

I went roaming in a strange land
Where angels dressed as sinners
and whores were as saints
They challenged me to expose them
Dis-robe the usurpers
Lay waste to their claims for greatness
Or spiritual inferiority
Oh, how I applied myself to that sacred task!
But in the doing so
I found such inconsistencies!
Such 'giving' from the 'wrong' side
Such 'judgement' from the right!
My meagre wordly mind
Was thrown into the abyss of the confused.
Hypocrisy abounds, humility in short supply
Then was I told
To love...to truly love
Without constraints of who? or why?
Colour or religion
Simply the God given surge of energy and caring
through your bones of "beyond thought"
There shall you find your contentment
There shall your tent be pitched.
For Love wears no clothes
He does not come in suitable attire
He dons the garment of your hearts desire
He changes lives but does not change intention.
So, in all things be glad
For what you see as your weakness
Will so soon be your strength
and the mists of your thinking
Will become the laser beam of your reality