334/365: Such Divine Order

Maybe it's love
that terrorizes the heart,
not what terrorizes love.
Love is warm meat in a cold belly.
It makes a lover of itself.
I was raised with stories
of false prophets in sheep's clothing,
but we praised love,
we said God was love,
and I was grateful when it snuck in
looking like such divine order,
the answer of answers,
but when it upended into disorder,
scattering its prophecies over the brink
I looked for secondary aggressors,
sheep skulking at the edges.

You were so gentle, love, so easy,
before I saw you
hunting the walls of each sheltering chest.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.