TO THE INNOCENCE OF LOVE OF SELF
Dwelling in the court
Of the inner sanctum
Of self-contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence,
Charged my heart
With abject neglect:-
Not of cherished others,
But of the me that I am;
And that I must love myself
As much—if not more–
Than I love others:-
And furthermore,
That me, myself and I,
Should love each other,
As the God of love loves us:-
Oh, my God! The mind
Reprimanding the heart!
Am I forced to take
The 5th, lest I self-incriminate
My poor self by subjecting my heart
To become a pawn of the mind??
For so long–in innocence–I’ve been guilty
Of backwards love, leaving self-love,
Collecting dust on the shelf of self:-
Jesus! Me, myself, and I, for so long,
Have been strangers to each other:
We each, giving unto others, all that love
Which loving God long ago sanctioned,
That as one, should be given unto self:-
Yes, "to err is human; to forgive is divine."
Aren’t I, myself, and me worthy of earthly divinity?
Forgive me, self–please forgive me–little did I know
That self-love never needs any defense or acquittal;
And this is irrespective of it being found guilty of purpose:
Loving who I am, who I have been, and who I always will be:-
Hey, welcome home: you, me, and myself, I’ve dearly missed y’all:-