If Somebody loves us
some people need to know why.
They line up at chapels,
hand in hand, tears in their eyes
and fall to their knees
whispering softly the question
Why oh why? Oh why do You
love us all?
If Somebody loves us
some people demand more.
They break down the barriers
of love between others by
burning foreign statues in streets,
tearing pages from the spines
of golden-edged books,
and shouting from their high horses:
More oh more! Oh now You
must love us more.
Does Somebody love us?
I’ve given up asking,
or demanding, or even praying.
I’ve found security in our solidarity
of not knowing
if Somebody loves me.
If Somebody loves us
then they love us
more than they should.
More than we deserve.
