Where Love Is
I know of a place
where friendship means something beyond the shallow norm
where friends sacrifice their lives for one another
where love is pure
where love is not a mere empty word that leads to betrayal
I know of a place
where love is
and I often like to go there
I know of a place
where a mother's love
causes her to lay down her life for her child
her life for his
her blood to seal his fate
I know of a place
where love compels a child
to lay down his life for his friends
to end the reign of evil
it is a place where the blood of the courageous is shed
because there are people courageous enough to love
and it is so different from the cold, heartless, piercingly empty world I know
I know of a place
wicked, some call it
evil, dark...
oh, but that is what they call me
and there is love there
love, even for the outcasts
I know of a place
where the young have courage
to stand and fight
for all that is right
and against all that is wrong
there are cowards, yes
but heroes, too
I know of a place
where love lives
Where is this place, you ask?
The Harry Potter books
Strange, isn't it
that a story about witchcraft
would contain more morals, more truth, more courage,
more sacrificial love
than your own
Strange, isn't it
that the place where the outcast, the hungry for love,
the child of the world
can find these things they so persistently seek
is not your home, your church, or among your religious friends
where the "witchy" curse, harm, and destroy
free from the hinderances of those with sacrificial love
but in a "place" you call evil
Strange, isn't it
that you call me the same things
you label this "place"
Strange, isn't it
how your religiosity simply doesn't measure up
against people, places, books
marked by
known for
love
the harsh, stark, unyielding truth of it
Could it be
that you are missing how things were meant to be
that this "threat" merely outshines your religion
that love really is crucial
that you could miss it
and that those you think so wrong might be the ones
to someday find it, rejoice in it, and die for it
as you never could?
I knew a place
where "love" was spoken
but their words were without life
where grown men were too cowardly to die
that love might live
and I will not go there again
May the children never, either
May they seek love
may they spread their arms wide and feel the piercing pain
may they pay the price
Witchcraft is an abomination to God
and those who practice it will not see eternal life
but neither will those who love not
Take my life, my blood, oh God
that Your Love would mark those
who know You not
and may look in all the wrong places
but who seek, desire above all, would die for Love
crucify the dead words, the fragments of religion,
all that ties me to that which is not love
create among us the "place"
where Love is