Only then...a true lover.

I keep getting back. To the same theme. Of so-called enemies learning to love each other. What does that really mean? Sometimes. I wonder. If more people turn me off. Rather than turn me on. Makes me feel ashamed. That maybe I’m not a true lover. Of humanity. And society. I’m more a loner than a mixer. I need my solitude. My 40 days in the wilderness. To get my head and act together. So I go wandering. Over the horizon. Yes, I get lost. In order to find a way. To love my enemies. To love the world. That I have been born into. Only then will I be a true lover. --Jim Broede