Prayer: (that we may see those for whom they are)

When I see you for what you are,
I see a skeleton
barren, heartless, cold—
I see an outline that I filled in with a cup
Yes, it was me that filled you up


I gave you a heart where a heart didn’t beat
I gave you a mind—imagined and amplified—
I wrote a character where no character was.


I gave your lying eyes something genuine to touch,
I gave your empty words meanings by lifting them up
I warmed your cold hands in the palms of my own
I breathed intentional beauty in your accidental love


When I see you for what you are
I see the wonderful things I have to give—
the plentiful bounty of it—that I was able to give enough
to assemble a human where a human never was
And still I stood long enough to hold you up.


I see 
in so-called you
the loveliness of me
That I can take nothing and still leave something where it was,
that I can nurture the dead so that it flowers with my love
that I can see goodness even when goodness never comes.

 

 

 

 

 

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