'I Sin The Sin Of Divine Love' Poem by Micheal Valencia

To bring myself closer to universal friendship I
am a participant in this Sin, Reader;
I sin for the Heavens and for Love Divine.

As we are one,
As I strive to solidify the oneness that we inherently
thrive as a part of,
As His Majesty’s creations are to be benighted of
vice,
As I seek the unification of earthly body and
celestial spirit,
As it is mandated to aspire to Love transcendent—
Above conception, perception, regulation,
institution, desire, motive,
Above Love his very self—
I wish to see ourselves in an imbibing embrace.

Wedding?
Marriage?
What more can there be to move bodies to
consummate a mutual connection than the
power of Human Existence?
Lovemaking to love the Love that our Father has
enabled His children to be capable of,
Caressing to instill the selfless euphoria of human
contact—
To touch would cause surge the exhilaration not just
of momentary desires fulfilled,
We would be shaken by the very palpitations of the
very Charity which is of Heavenly edicts.

Blasphemy?
To what blasphemous depths has my quill led me in
my enthusiasm for the unbridled love our Father
wills of us?
Heresy?
What doctrines has this absconding verse
transgressed on its journey to break from earthly
bondage,
To enter the freedom of an ultimate, loving,
inclusive Kingdom?
Sin?
Do my Muses—
Does the Father’s inspiration itself bind me into
infernal shackles?
How speaks thee of mine poem’s blasphemer,
heretic and sinner?
Tenets established have been desecrated by the
image of our Father’s upon such
counter-Leviticus conception:
Indoctrinate be my verse, maybe—
Apocryphal are its origin, possibly—
Not in conjunction with the Cannons, surely—
But how much more lies outside what is known?

I ask you, Reader, in how many wondrous ways can
the love of Heaven evince its majestic form?
To be commanded of by Omnipotence to breathe
the words of, to conceive the thoughts of, to
perform the actions of, Love—
For his face to be crafted so beautiful and fulfilling,
To allow so many paths to lead to his indescribable
splendor—
How could we ever deconstruct this transcendence?

Daughters of Eve, Sons of Adam:
The loveliness of Genesis speaks to me from your
flesh.