Mess

I’m going to be a mess today.
Not by any effort, but simply because
I’m a mess.
I will be fragile today,
small and incomplete. 
I’ll be broken a bit, not completely,
but enough. Damaged.  Bent.
And you will love me.
I’m going to be no better
than the total failure I despise,
no more deserving than the worst of them.
And you will love me.
But then, I will be no less worthy
than the Virgin Mary
and you will love me.
Because your love has nothing to do with my deserving,
but your infinite goodness,
your infinite goodness,
your infinite goodness.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

November 12, 2019