Concerns you carry
A concern that I want to put down
That I am anything less than to another human being
to another human doing,
when comparing my doing
it
is
never
enough.
Here Jesus, I don't want it anymore.
What does it look like?
inky black dripping from my hands, my face,
a wringing in my heart.
Your face reflects the weight of this thing
knowing the toll it has taken on me
today,
as you take it.
And as you give me back clean,
clean hands,
clean face, you smile.
Gently, like I am so
precious to you
Even though,
even though.
Even though,
everything
every failure
every lost hope
every waylaid dream,
every unfulfilled
fake
potential.
Oh Lord how, when?
How long until we are
DONE
with this part of the journey?
I smile, until there is a new part
equally puzzling.
Thanks for clean hands tonight.
A face, that, though I am transparent about the journey,
still
others see
Light,
Love,
Laughter...
YOU
More Holy, More invitation
to me
I want to believe for all
you want to give to me,
and to us all.
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