No Matter What

We cannot

force Love

or belief

Though, 

of course

Sometimes 

we would
if we could

These Intangibles must be wooed by more than flesh and blood 

and no one but One God can probe that holy, inner deep no matter 

how much 

mouths 

denounce

no utterance 

can keep

or sever 

from our 

presence

Hands 

scarred

by hatred’s 

nails

nor bar 

hope or 

deliverance

for God’s
 Love
never 

fails

© Janet Martin