Love wins
The struggle
Judgment knocked at the door.
Faith stayed seated and continued to drink its coffee.
Insecurity jumped up, picked up a knife, goaded by doubt.
Love opened the door, blinding judgment with its ethereal rays.
A poem by Ene © 2026
Beautiful Ene!
Love the simplicity and depth 💛
Oh, Ene! This is more than simply profound and clever, which it is. Your poem is simply and utterly superb!