My beautiful man gets sad at times, mad at himself
and tired of being human. I do too. And
sometimes I
think its hard to see it all at the same
time...all that we
need to see...all the
ins and outs of us that must change and
the
tinges of sin of us that makes us not
quite who
we are supposed to be.
So love is really an amazing, thrilling
thing that
doesn't get stained by the unredeemed
parts of us,
that works hard to get at the important,
deep stuff of our
lives and won't let the beloved lay in the
mire and mirror rank
reeking things that rot and replay pain.
Fully looking at fear, naming it, will
make a man out of you, for
there is no man that doesn't feel it.
Something without a name
is allowed to lurk in dark places
and leer at the one who
won't look it in the eye…that’s what
courage is, looking a thing in the eye.
So smile, my beautiful man, and know that
I feel honored to
lay in your life and sleep deeply next to
you at night.
Smile because you are not alone, my
light joins yours to
clean out your dark places and plant
beauty and strength and
joy there. Claim your
strength, name it and find peace there.
