Lord,
As much as I want to imitate your love
Your special love, the only perfect one
I can’t help but realize
That my love is so handicapped.

My love for You
And my love for others
Is so imperfect…
Plagued with unconscious wounds.

And most of the time
The love of myself unknowingly
Gets in the way
Of my love for others.

Lord, see to it that my love
Wounded in essence
And wounded by life experience
Does not wound…

Does not wound
Those I genuinely
Intend to surround
And embrace with my love.