Luxury

Let Me tell you I love you.
Do you think I don’t mean it
Because you don’t hear Me?

Why won’t you listen?
Why avoid good news?
Maybe because you don’t think
It is good, or that it matters.

Most love seems luxurious,
Not necessary,
But Mine is both.

What joy to have something so crucial
Be soft.

Why don’t you listen
To My pursuit?
Why do you need to
Choose?

Why be the first actor?
Receive gladly,
Passively, then
Actively,
Be washed, and then
Drink.
Exist, and then
Become.

Listen to My love,
And learn to
Trust in the luxury of
Being made.