O Divine Love!

Two children run -- one is mid-jump -- through an alley, smiling.

Oh, divine Love,
With the kindling of this flame, 
may we realize and love our true selves:
Our true, round belly selves. 
Our true, bags under our eyes, selves.
Our true, naturally hairy, selves. 
Our true, wrinkles on our skin, selves. 
May our self-love help keep our chalice ablaze.