Oh, magical magical me

All full up and justified

As you stay over there all wrong.

Yes, this tongue in cheek sarcasm is yet another fault – or is it virtue in attempt at liberation?

Welcome back ever constant question of quality.

When attaching quality to reactions, responses, retreats, or attacks,

Not knowing much feels like knowing nothing,

And that cloud of unknowing threatens prit near full on suffocating.

Smothered by my own isolation

I know I’m hard to take,

So I let you off the hook but we both gasp for air in this dry, dirty, small, mean boat of wretchedness.

Oh, but Love: do win, do, and thank You that You can and do and will.

Release us from judgment’s mildewed, stinky hold and to the clearer, living waters we need.

I’m so sorry we miss, don’t reflect, don’t YOU. You in all Your glorious perfection: may we increasingly intersect, integrate, be better and more like You.

Perfect. Like You wondrously tell us to be too.

What an invitation! What a hope, what a thought, what a possibility!

“Isn’t it wonderful? How can it be true?”*

*Sara Groves song