love your enemies

I could quickly learn the art, I think
Of contempt; letting the rain slide off
In sprezzatura; adoring those only who
Do as I please; hating all those who
Show contempt for me

I could quickly grow numb, to all
Aches and pains; putting out of joint
My skill at disdain for overuse; to cause
All anger permeate; no aspect untouched
In my life of hate

Then I would prove no redeemed soul
No grateful saint
But hardened imposter
Listless at the words of a Savior not my own.