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Enmity of Adore
07 November 2006

Do we love, or forget love was real.
As if the controlling interest was a business,
and the playing cards of the deck
were stacked to deal.

Do we take away life, and say love was dead.
Do we know of hunger, those often not fed.
Was there colour in our cheeks, or sex appeal.
When most of all, loves desire was good,
in our ways of this affection to seal.

Some would know marriage,
others would, but relate to pain.
But love could be baseball,
although that was sport in way of game.

The pitcher, the batter,
and the short-stop too,
Do we know love, and its ways,
through and through.

For when found and discovered,
even true love could still be lost.
Just to know of love, in ways of amour,
this was a richness, a flavour, this enmity of adore.

"Having abolished in his flesh the enmity, even the law of
commandments contained in ordinances; for to make
in himself of twain one new man, so making peace;
And that he might reconcile both unto God in one body
by the cross, having slain the enmity thereby:"
Ephesians 2: 15-16 KJV

© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

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