Would you?

Powerful is the drive to understand and to be understood, to know and to be known, to love and be loved.

We petition the Almighty.

Would you love me more if I were attractive in the eyes of men?

           If my face were more symmetrical?
                       If my figure were more appealing?
                                           If I were the envy of those about me?

Would you?

Would you love me more if my mind were sharper and able to comprehend the depths of wisdom?

           If I could solve the problems of men?
                             If I attained power and wealth?
                                       If I was well thought of among my peers?

Would you?

Would you love me more if my athletic prowess surpassed that of those about me?

           If glory and accolades were mine?
                              If records were shattered?
                                           If I alone stood at the pinnacle of success?

Would you?

Would you love me more if I were chief among your followers?

            If I memorized your word better than these?
                            If I led more of the lost to your presence than any other?
                                                If my congregation was in such numbers that no man could count?

Would you?


In the softest of tones and with such tenderness as no man could understand but the hearer, the Almighty saw fit to answer my burning questions.

My child, I care not for these things.

        I would love you if the eyes of men turned away from you.
                               If you were not the loveliest, I would love you still.

        I would love you if you were worthless in the eyes of men.
                                If you were the humblest of men, I would love you still.

        I would love you if your body failed you.
                                If you could not gain praise from the least among you, I would love you still.

        I would love you if you were the least of these.
                               If you had but one friend and shared my name with him, I would love you still.

My child, my beloved, my precious one. You can not understand the depth nor the reach of the love I have for you.

                                   I do not love because I must, I love because I choose.

My love for you is such that words cannot describe and minds cannot fathom.

My own son I did not withold. This I did because my love for you was great and my desire is for you to be with me and to not parish.


Do you yet not understand?


O beloved, why do you hate yourself? Why do you consider yourself to be lesser and unlovable?

You are mine and my child. Your form was not unknown to me. Never was nor will there ever be a time where I do not know you.

You were created as a testament of my love and I have declared you, my creation, wholly good. Though your will may divert. The strength of my love will never wain nor waver.

If I have loved you and called you good, what argument can you make to the contrary?

Will you not pursue me as I am pursuing you?

O beloved, O friend, I love you
                                   I love you
                                      I love you
                                         I love you
                                            I love you forever and always.