My God called Love

Love.
A thing of unutterable beauty.
No man can capture or bottle its power.

No man can fathom its depth.

Its very essence, shrouded in mystery,

yet every soul possesses the capability,
To love.
Born before time, it remains the very reason for our being.
Not able to fit in one of our man-made categories..
Person. Place. Thing. Action.
Transcending all our feeble understandings.
Love simply is...and always has been...and always will be.
It is who we are. It is where we go.
It is what surrounds us. It is what we do.
In it we live and move and have our being.
One might say we are its slaves.
So I willingly serve this god called love,
for its more powerful than any other god I've known.
When other gods have failed me, Love has remained.
So.
I will not serve the god of money,
for money runs out like a dried up stream.
I will not serve the god of lust,

for lust is fleeting and is a breaker of hearts.

I will not serve the gods of jealousy, or anger, laziness, or revenge,
for these are thieves of joy and peace.

And I will not serve the god of self,

for self destroys both body and soul.

No, I have resolved to serve this God called Love and Him alone.
For Love endures and never fails.
Proven time and time again,
my God called Love has defeated all others.
Whatever power they possess, if any power at all,
can not stand in the face of Love.
My master is Love, and I His slave.
My life is ever changing to be more like Love.
He is my reason for breathing, the only reason I need.
For if not for Love, I'd still be dead.
killed by my former gods..
My God called Love rescued me, never to see death again,

and for that I will serve Him forever.