The Nature of Adoration

I do not have a pedestal on which to place you,

Even if I wanted to, and I don’t.

Do not mistake my longing for worship.

The heart has its own perspective to view flaws –

To accept complexity as necessary

The sum of all your parts,

All of the things that brought you here

And usurped this state of alone-being and  transformed it into together-desire.

When I praise your strengths it is in acknowledgment of your weaknesses

And the awe that somehow you fell together into yourself,

A self that I cannot help but find alluring.

Love is the whitewash of our souls.

 

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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