You have always believed the best about me.
I have been cradled in faith from my birth.
Your emphasis is on what love can see.
Not on my own limitations
Or even on what I dream or envision.
When I learn to let go of what I want so badly,
My efforts drain out into your ability.
Comforter of broken passions,
Deliverer of sunken intention,
You have brought me into the space for loving.
You are weeding from me what hinders,
You sow in me what grows from faith alone.
It is better to believe and feel the blood flow through.
It is better to relinquish crusty longings.
It is better to throw off stale perspectives
To make room for what only love can do.