Love Thy Self Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is fit that a heart might worship?
Did you ever ask an infidel?
If he/she
'Loved their mother and father just as well.'

'Just as well as say, self or Judas Iscariot' loved Jesus'

You see brotherhood, it-fades-out of most hearts.
Until likewise they or we all do battle-
Like Roman chariot-carts.

'Worship not then, living flesh nor idols'...
It's to your own soul you must bend and yield.
It's to your own vineyard you must press
Bow—down then, like wheat-upon the field.

For you are the grain and the granary,
In you, all worship, adoration shall be sealed.
Take your place or-not-at-all love thy self
Is loves first-true-decree?