I don't know how <br />a God so loving <br />can be so stern. <br /> <br />Nothing I've read <br />that purports to explain it <br />does so to my satisfaction. <br /> <br />Of course 'my' satisfaction <br />is just the point. You say <br /><i>that</i> 'me' is an impostor, <br />a leering mask <br />who's convinced everyone <br />he's the genuine article, <br /> <br />the self, and You, the real Self <br />are just watching the show, <br />patiently waiting. <br /> <br />But I don't know how <br />to reconcile all this <br />with the sweet <br />beauty of Creation <br /> <br />that is like Your Smile <br />saying 'I love you, this <br />is all My Gift to you', <br /> <br />that leaves me smiling too <br />to be a part of it all, <br />and feeling natural <br />and beautiful and included, <br /> <br />and then the next second <br />You have me putting <br />my shoulder to some <br />alien-feeling grindstone, <br />implying if I take it off, <br /> <br />or even want to, <br />or if I complain like this, <br />I don't really love You...<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-complaint/
