Loving thy neighbor
is not a warm nod at the mailbox,
not a silent seat in Sunday’s back pew,
not a card in a crisis
followed by months of forgetting.
It is not passive.
It does not rest
while a brother bleeds
on the wrong side of the tracks
or a sister cries
in a courtroom built to crush her name.
True love—
the kind that changes corners and cities—
moves.
It rolls …
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