You have loved me
in my ugliness and beauty,
through weakness and growth.
You know the tender places,
the vulnerable, fearful places,
and you fill the cracks in my heart with your love.
I have no place to hide from you,
and no wish to. I have surrendered
in ways I never thought possible.
In the night, I tremble at my desire for you.
In the morning I rejoice,
and even when I cannot see you,
you are there.
About this poem
I have said it before – that there is a wonder that when we look at love, both God’s love, and the love of someone dear to us are very similar in their qualities. So as is often the case, this poem can be read either way. And both would be true.
The picture is of Rupert United Methodist Church, in Rupert, VT. before it was freshly painted a couple of years ago.