“Wear your love like heaven.

Lord, kiss me once more,
fill me with song.
Allah, kiss me once more
that I may
wear my love like heaven…”

I’ve been guilty
of anger.
I can feel it on my skin.

Love makes room
for righteous anger
but not this.

I let my anger go
in a meditation of love
for all,
with no regard for
skin color,
nationality,
religion,
sex or gender,
who you love,
or whether you can love me back.

I will forgive,
I will embrace,
I will wear my love like heaven.


[quoted text from Wear Your Love Like Heaven (my favorite version linked, sorry Donovan)]

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