The Language Of Love Poem by Lynn W. Petty

It was a courageous beginning. A celebration
Of two young lives whose hearts spoke
With clarity of voice, overspeaking creed bound
Conceits intent to inveigh against their marriage.
Holding hands, reciting vows, attuning
All their passion into harmony itself, they rose
Above the swamps and quagmire of provincialism.
She is Jewish, he Italian.
Between them the Moloch of traditional credulity
And doctrinal statements merged into a single vital
Principal: Love, in its intrinsic nature, has no potential
For cultural clashes.
God speaks the language of love.
Religion (beyond the confines of one's own closet)
Culture and Creed are the vernacular of man,
For which God has neither tongue nor ear.