God

Made some of us to love and to risk love
And to give until we croak like frogs
Stewing in gradients of green moss on soft bark
After the earth in her might has soaked in the rains

Some of us whistle and wait for the echo to boomerang back
Only our own voices resounding from the fog of cliffs
Keeps us from going over the edge

God made some of us to love everyone as we want to be loved
Made our purpose to seesaw between
The isolation of hermitude and the isolation of
plummeting precipitous vulnerability

To love is to surrender like a frog to her night song
To resist is to seek safety in silence
To forget
To unlearn