contemplating it all

How is it that love can turn to hate so quickly?
Is it that we never loved at all, or merely
that we do not understand it clearly?
Who is to tell; I'm not familiar enough
to answer well. I just know that if you were
bleeding, I'd still give you a band-aid, or if
you stopped breathing I'd be the first
to give you CPR (because I'm certified).
Not because you deserve it (as if any of us
deserve anything) or because I think I can
preserve whatever we had, but presicely for the opposite reasons.
My animocity, or laid back apathy toward you
won't keep me from knowing right from wrong
or pursuing the servanthood of Christ.
'Cause I know it's not your fault,
though I'm not trying to shift the blame,
but I know it's not all your fault,
when I am disenclined to be the salt
for this world and the hurting.
How could I have thought that I loved you
when I couldn't love them
and how could I think that I have it all figured out
when there are people sleeping curbside living in doubt?
Now I know that a time will come when I can
lay myself aside and truly embrace the eternal
inside everyman (Matthew 25). Then maybe then
I think I might be ready, might be able
to hold my hand steady so as to guide the weak
to a better understanding and think less about
reprimanding, or being in good standing with my peers.