Love Is The True Measuring Poem by Gert Strydom

I see a girl bowing before her husband
and washing his feet
and weighing each word and deed
of her own
and begging for his blessing
as if man is nearer to god than woman
and not only human
and she believes in reincarnation.

Some others eliminate the self
and try to live like monks
stripped from self esteem
and earthly pleasures
to find the divine treasure.

But love to me
is the true measuring
of the being supreme
and selfless, pure and keen
the Messiah sacrificed His life
and was not immured by death
and rose serene
above all earthly things
to go to His Father
and yet in Him
both God and man are one.