" There is No Commandment to Love "
We stagger beneath these stones
twice-carved into a convenant
of obligation. We will never know
what tenderness was lost to fury
at the foot of Mt. Sinai. Only Moses
spoke mouth to mouth with God. We gnaw
at the bones of their ancient argument,
swallow stern words transcribed
by human hands. If we could repair
what was broken, there would be gentle
promises instead of recriminations. And no fear
to seal flesh to flesh in the sacrament of devotion.
© 2004 Lisa Janice Cohen
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