VPR Selection -- Pintair
by Olivia Pintair
It echoes like love in a sinner's soul
Wandering through the thickness of pride.
It had decorated itself in tassels and lace,
so as to make it appear more complicated.
Even so, confusion is a small embellishment compared to the intricacy it visits.
Love is simple, really.
Woven from light,
like the sun or the space between the darkness
and its face is hollow and plain.
The simplicity mocks those who dwell solely inside themselves,
Yearning for the secret concealed within the visitor.
And this love who passes through;
it tries to serve their greedy questions,
For it can no longer blend with them.
It speaks with the voice of purity,
But the truth is not enough.
And the truth will never be enough
when the truth can't be conjured from those who crave it.