On good days I am not alone:
love walks along, and then
a step aside is easily done, like
stepping into love's shoes
and feel and know what love
would do, love that does
understand the other
and loves everybody neutral
unjustly neutral, everybody the same
because it is so much greater than we are
So, on good days I walk
in different shoes, I look
with different eyes and I feel
with a different, greater heart
which has room for all kind of things
that people do loveless -
just like people are: humane
and that is not redundant
no tautology or pleonasm
but a paradox