Let It Be Love Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

If I were to speak in an other language instead of English, let it be love.

If my thoughts turned solely to one subject, let it be love.

If my pen could only write of one thing, let it be love.

Let my actions convey what I speak, think, and write of
This is what I ask for, this is my plea to the Lord above.

For to love is to fulfill the Law, to live for Him.
Like a cat stalking its prey, may I stalk love, and brighten the dim

Hearts of those around me. May I never hide this giver of light under a bush.
Like Penelope's suitors, let hate be destined for destruction. I want love to shush

Talk of hating those that are not the same as those who preach it, to quiet
The violence that hatred brings. I urge those who hate, to try it,

To give love a chance, and see what comes from it. I have to admit, I also harbor hate.
If there is anything I hate, it's hate. There is nothing that rates

As low as the anti-love. I counter it not with Christianity,
Nor with Judaism, Islam, Buddhism or Hinduism. You see,

The greatest of all religions is none but love!