God’s love, of course, is without end
said The Chronicler, echoed by the Psalmist.
Each hurled this absolute truth from
the inner depths of experience, bidding us
to reach the same conclusion
and, perhaps, assuming we would.
God is love. As if on repeat,
John embraces the former statement
even as he takes us a level beyond.
He hurls his objective truth from
within, from his bowels, as it were,
leaving us no room for any real doubt.
In the beginning: Love. And, obviously,
in the middle: Love. Therefore, in the end:
Love. Except, when it comes to Love,
there shall be no end. Love always is.
From the inmost to the outermost,
Love never fails. Thanks be to God.