I love you perfectly
In spite of the way that you
Lie to me
Mislead me
Make fun of me
Undercut me
Misuse me
Abuse me
Laugh at me
Ignore me
In spite of how you
Forget my name
And my birthday…
Doubt my word
Mistreat my children
Take me for granted
Reject my teachings
Deny my power
You choose others before me
But I love you perfectly
Because you are
Perfectly you
A part of me.
And I AM
God.
The way you allow me
To be me
And you see
Me
For me.
The way you accept
What I give
And give it back
In tact
You take my drive
And give it life
And breath
Beyond what lies.
You take my colors
And make new hues
You take my song
And make new blues
That I can use
You take my claps
Add your taps
Finger snaps
And knee slaps
To a rhythmic beat
Making me feel the heat
Move my feet
Oh how sweet
To have found
Poetry.
RECOGNIZING AND BELIEVING
This brings me to the reason for my writing at all. My sole
motivation is to help that person who is so depressed that
they can lay on the couch on Friday evening and get up
Sunday night only because their legs have gone numb from
poor circulation. To help that person that feels so ugly on the
inside that they can’t understand how others can see promise
and potential in them. That person who knows within that
God is the source for healing, but has to fight through the
traditions of man to find Him. The same person that has
made an art of self-sabotage and self-sacrifice (and not in
the positive sense).
I was that person and it does get better.
