do what You like

I woke up, two-thirty in the morning,
    unable to sleep,
      and no reason why.
             But as I lay there,
      I felt a Presence,
             bending over me.
  I turned, and there You stood,
            sword in hand.
Without a word being spoken, I knew.
             You had come for my lizard.
"Kill it, kill it now!" I shrieked, gleeful.
         You raised the sword,
                held it high,
            then handed it to me.

heart abandoned

I set out the evidence, bring testimony, call witnesses. I argue with passion; I point out the obvious and emphasize the subtle. I begin with my goal in mind, and I build my case perfectly, till the points leave only one truth.

You see, I conclude, eyes sharp, heart dull, You see how I am far too set in my ways, why I am unfit for another set of chances.

Across the room, He smiles, mouth gentle, eyes brimming over with love.

Ahh, My child. He shakes His head. If only you fought evil as hard as you fight being loved . . .