Introduction
Yes, the truth about love.
The Truth About Love
The nature of love is hardly evolutionary, some big bang affair,
It’s origin too lofty, no survival of the fittest, dog eat dog, here.
And all why love’s oft referred to as heavenly, or exquisitely divine,
And even romantic love spoken of as celestial, hence that cloud nine.
Yes, love in all its forms being something beyond mere human invention, and
Of a pure nature, free of self and corruption, all why with truth it’s seen to stand.
Be it agapē, storge, phileō, or erōs love, its not Darwinian,
And this being why we must recognise love’s supernatural origin.
And given love’s wonder, it stands to reason it must come from a wondrous source,
An intelligence even greater than ours, and not some impersonal force,
But a source free of our weaknesses, unworthy propensities, soiled, fallen state,
A sphere way beyond ours, where what’s thought, said and done, love is seen to motivate,
And where that same love is seeking to restore and elevate humanity,
Hence its graciousness given our rebelliousness, callousness and profanity.
Oh yes, love not hiding our reality, but intent on recovery,
All why it leads the open and willing on a journey of discovery.
And thus love having a good end in mind — and that being, our best interests,
Which is why in every aspect of our life it productively invests.
And love believing in justice, hence why there’s no running away from things, nor
Getting away with things, ’cause how would things be if it weren’t for this or that law?
Oh yes, love’s not silly, all why it wants to renew our hearts and minds, so that
Doing good and what’s right will come naturally, such being where it’s all at.
Thus the entrance of love changing us, taking us beyond where we are, so that
We’ll become as if love itself, a living witness, and that too, where it’s at.
Love’s not something that we could’ve thought up, nor can it come out of nothing, no,
Love being too profound, pre-existing (like the sun which also sees things grow).
Or like the wind, felt but not physically grasped, though seen in operation,
Love passionate, beautiful and purposeful, not some out-of-the-blue creation,
Nor what oft passes for love these days, but something that’s selfless, sincere and true,
Something amazingly powerful, beyond our ken, touching me, touching you.
Something that keeps on amazing, it oft miraculous, and always faithful,
Something that should burn within us all, thus attracting via its magnetic pull.
Yes, love’s not an evolutionary thing, but a mystery, if you well,
Foreign to fallen hearts, but changing fallen hearts, and removing inward ill.
No emotionless force doing that, but a Creator, superior being;
And evidence of a designer — oh, how precise the cosmos! — agreeing.
Yes, love can’t come from something, but only a Someone, Someone with feelings too,
Someone who’s all about goodness, right doing, what’s sound, beneficial and true.
Love being the highest form of intelligence, the greatest revelation,
And hence why there’s nothing else that can bring about as bigger transformation.
And so, love’s not evolutionary, nor thought up, thus beyond invention,
It existing outside of us, yet dwelling within us, where that’s our intention.
Love not forcing its way in, but seeking permission, ready to move and mould,
Though only in the surrendered heart, ’cause love can’t survive where the heart is cold.
Ahhh, religious humbug, you say, but hey, love having no religion, yet found
Anywhere and everywhere, thus not partial, exclusive, nor you or I bound.
No, love’s bigger than all of us, and existing despite us, and all why we
Can’t claim it, but simply embrace it, express it, live it, nobly and freely.
Without love, humanity would’ve perished long ago; compassion, charity,
Tolerance and forgiveness soon gone, along with sympathy and empathy.
Oh yes, there being so much that we owe to love, and all why love’s critical,
And thus far, it having held back even greater harm, coldness, ill and evil.
But how many still listen to love’s voice these days, and all love’s wishes fulfil,
Given that the world’s become far more corrupt and violent, terribly ill?
All which love could’ve prevented if it had been in each heart, and there to stay,
Living and breathing, connected to its outside source, and having all the say.
Love is what we are, not what we do, but we doing because of what we are,
The state of our heart dictating, love transcending good deeds, the reason for the bar.
Thus good deeds not making a good person, but that transforming love when within,
Which governs all that is thought, said and done, revealing those who are genuine.
The truth is, that love’s all about others, not ourselves, we loving them, and they
Loving us, thus love an inward thing for outward use, which we duly obey.
But if our cupboard’s bare, how can we share, and hence that source of supply, which we
Need to be plugged into, which isn’t humanity, nor of Darwin’s theory.
Yes, love came from Someone divine, it there before us, ’cause the following’s true:
We can’t fall from a fallen position, and fall we have, our lives so askew.
Our love but a shadow of its former self, we needing to find our way back,
So that love in all its fullness may be seen, and thus our hearts and minds on track.
By Lance Landall
Christian content.
This poem was a very interesting one, because not only was it a very direct and
quick answer to a heartfelt prayer, but seemingly didn't want to stop.
I Would Like A Word With You, Donald
It seems my understanding of Christianity is different to yours,
You saying and doing certain things that give me serious reason to pause.
After all, Christ never slagged and mocked people, yelled and raged at them, nor told lies,
And He so removed from that authoritarianism that’s on the rise.
Christ not an enforcer, nor zealot, and His firmness tied to His love and care,
And thus harming, hurting, depriving or oppressing anyone, wouldn’t dare.
No, such not in His nature, He anti-violence, hate, racism and war,
And all why He came to save, change hearts and minds, midst caring for the sick and poor.
And He not spiteful, nor revengeful, but an upholder of justice and law,
Who said, “Love your enemies,” so we’re to love all, and not His clear will ignore,
Or else, He said, Heaven won’t be for us, but for those who repent, and don’t offend,
Thinking, talking and acting like Him, not zealots who attack rather than tend.
Christ all about peace and harmony, not a creator of chaos and fear,
But a loving, caring, impartial God, to whom liberty is very dear.
“Come let us reason together,” He said, and thus free speech being critical,
And that right to accept or reject Him, He both humble and patient as well.
Yes, God is big enough for us to be honest with Him without any fear,
He not responding harshly to criticism, those “Whys?” often heard in prayer.
He a God of integrity, not someone with a record, but pure of heart,
Sound of mind, and straight as a dye, and why only truth He is seen to impart.
His coming having ushered in a whole new order of things, out with the old,
That pharisaical mentality, that eye for an eye, such harsh and cold.
He wanting to ease burdens, not enlarge them, and another thing He made clear,
Was don’t harm children, those who’re innocent, or Divine wrath will be brought to bear.
For God, it’s love first and foremost, how we treat others, and His eye’s very keen,
’Cause there has to be a day of reckoning, love enraged by any cruel scene.
Thus errant bombing and supplying tallied up too, or wrong accusation,
Wrongful arrest or imprisonment, and any vise grip over a nation.
Oh, how Christ hates cruelty, unfairness, skulduggery, fibs and complicity,
He honest, transparent and slow to anger, and never acting recklessly.
America a mess right now, and a country to be feared, which says to me,
Your God’s different to mine, Donald, thus the same thinking as mine doesn’t share.
As far as Christian belief goes, there’s only one God, and He’s unchangeable,
Thus Christian nationalism way out of sync, the creator of more ill.
Christ never having forced His truths, and stayed well away from the political,
Well knowing His kingdom’s not of this world, and thus why my soul I will not sell.
In the Bible’s End-time book of Revelation, it speaks of a certain power,
One that once was lamb-like, but which then becomes dragon-like, all near Christ’s coming hour.
Well, America used to be lamb-like, but not any more it seems, and so,
This cruel power that gets control of the whole world somehow, I’m thinking I know;
And if it's not via you, Donald, it will be via someone else, 'cause God's Word says so.
Yes, who would’ve believed what we’re seeing today, democracy under threat,
Attacks on free speech and journalists rising, the scene for something being set.
And it’s not love at work, nothing Christ-like about it, but evil zealotry,
The voices of the people being silenced — yes, we looking at tyranny.
And who might be behind this tyranny, though all roads leading to Rome, and so
Be it you, Donald, those behind you, or those behind them, only time will show.
And so, I know who I’ll put my trust in, because He is the one who’ll prove true,
Not fallen men who’re never trustable, but Christ, whose promised coming is due.
Force not His way, unlike what we see today, the world full of ambitious men,
Those with agendas, mistaken theology, and why here we go again.
And a devil behind it (God’s adversity), he ambitious too, I must say,
Seeking control of Earth via willing human pawns, and thus it him getting his way.
And so, that ultimate plan must play out before the universe, so that then
All will see where evil ultimately leads, why trust mustn't be put in men.
God vindicated forever — yes, the God of love, and why it is that He
Wants to see His character reflected in us, so that like Him, we may be.
Yes, we not to be boasters, Donald, narcissism all about self, so too
That desire for power which got a devil in trouble, things going askew.
Filthy lucre another trap, it leading to arrogance, pride, and therefore,
We minding what can lead astray, and when our duty’s to the struggling and poor.
No, this isn’t fake news, but fact, reality, not propaganda, and thus
We to be seekers of truth, and wisely heeding those loving warnings of Jesus.
And I suspect Satan might try to pretend he’s Christ one day, fooling us all —
Well, most, that is — endorsing that global power before its dramatic fall.
God hardly setting up His kingdom in a fallen world (midst a mixed multitude,
Sinners and saints), thus we needing to be informed, or that awakening rude.
Christ coming for those who’re Christ-like, and not those who misuse the reigns of power,
But those in whom there’s no guile, those whose Christian aroma is sweet and not sour.
All why God’s not into making America great again, but hearts and minds —
EVERYWHERE — thus He not into countries, but people, and that love that binds.
Patriotic fever creating a them an us mentality, and so,
Christ drawing all unto Him, the way, the truth, the life, where lasting peace we’ll know.
And all why, Donald, I see your presence as a rebuke to America, a
Country that’s gone astray — and you, hardly God appointed, but also astray.
All why the courts have said “No” to this and that, and then there’s all that discontent,
And that cry of impeachment, which clearly shows that your rule wasn’t Heaven sent.
And so, those Christians behind you just as foolish, and more hooked on power too,
Seemingly wanting a different king to the King of Kings, thus so askew.
“Oh, Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,” Christ at Calvary pled,
And so much done in His name knows nothing of Him, and many easily led.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned on 12 June 2025 and added to on the 14 June.
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"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross."
Sinclair Lewis (1885-1951), American novelist and social critic.
"Then I [the apostle John] saw another beast [power] coming out of the earth [a new land]. He had two horns like a lamb, but he spoke like a dragon [changes character]. He exercised all the authority of the first beast [a past persecuting power] on his behalf, and made the earth and its inhabitants worship the first beast [fulfills the past power's historic evil intentions], whose wound had been healed [it having revived from its previous historic fall]"
(Rev 13:11,12, NIV).
