Divinity Of Sorts Poem by Mark Heathcote

Blest, aren't we with a divinity of sorts?
Isn't-life-following-some sort of grand design?
Love your love, isn't it a divinity divine
for me to take as mine and extort
in full payment, what is rightfully mine in kind?

'Love isn't just some rosy cul de sac
nor is it a brief roll-in-the-haystack.
followed by a momentary lapse-
of memory a confession, I've amnesiac
love is a divinity of sorts; well, perhaps.

If you don't believe me take a good look
look outside and humbly gaze in awe
stare at all these treasures and wonders in store.
If-you-just-sail down the Panama Canal
of your heart what a venture you'll entrepreneur.