Agape Poem by Rajan al Bikaadi

what happens when
she stops seeing this
hot mess and just sees
this mess

what happens when
circumstances undress

and there's no more layers
to impress

can we love god at his lowest
when he is poor and destitute

who can love a sin drenched son
apart from his mother

how many judases have departed swift
as soon as there was no money left

would you wait at the tree
after the spring stops gushing

zion is costly
that is her glory

it matters not the sheen
but the price paid