613 Ways To Learn How To Love

613 Ways to Learn How to Love

I thought the rules were written in stone,

Some ancient code I’d never own.

Six hundred thirteen lines to keep,

So God would smile and I’d get sleep.

But then I learned the truth inside,

The laws were carved into my pride.

Not in the hands, not in the eyes,

But in the heart where ego lies.

Every want that says “it’s me”,

Every fear of not being free,

Every need to win, to shine,

To make the world and God be mine.

That’s one desire, that’s one wall,

That’s one place where I still fall.

Not a sin, not some mistake,

Just one more form my love can take.

The work’s not changing what I feel,

Not killing hunger, lust, or zeal.

It’s learning how to aim the fire,

So giving rides inside desire.

I don’t fix it, I don’t pretend,

I bring it to the space of friends.

And in that gap, so small, so true,

I ask for love I cannot do.

And something comes, I can’t explain,

A softer will inside the pain.

The same old want, but dressed in light,

Now wants to give instead of fight.

So maybe God didn’t write a book,

Maybe He wrote the way I look.

Six hundred thirteen cracks in me,

Six hundred ways to finally see.

Not rules to follow, not debt to pay,

Just learning how to love each day.

And every time I choose the “we”,

Another light remembers me.