Like a child at baptism, drenched in the water of life by the priest or priestess, pastor or minister, addicted to God, there was love.
Even in the depths of hell, with scales of justice all around
I felt the full blast of a firehose and there was love.
I finally was able to listen to a teacher, among other things, 
Who told me it’s all within me.
All the love I need

Acknowledging that it is so that in all my brokenness and foibles,
there is more love than I ever knew. 
And maybe that was the plan.
So, just for today, that is my task, make it your own if you wish.
I’ll wrestle with my dark side more tomorrow.