The Chakral Opening And Folding - Revised Poem by warner treuter

When I was younger and got religion
And got filled with love
It seemed to me that nobody cared
Or rather that they hardly cared
For each other or the things above.

I accepted what I had to accept
Of what was there for me to love
And saw by that there was good beneath,
Or rather a genuine warmth beneath,
The hurt that they carried above.

With this I found I'd got a job
Something to do quite naturally,
Resist resentment and simply be
Shedding love like a Christmas tree.
Of cares and worries I was free.


Fifty years this worked for me,
To love, till one day love moved on
From age's lack of energy:
Love waned and said Goodbye, was gone.
I am complete with the memory.

addendum.
Love works differently in people
So it's best we do not judge.
Love is there to open doors
And round off corners, nudge.