The Return

The Return


God of Process
I am healing, miraculously.
It has been years since I could
glimpse my imperfection and call it Good.
Since I could hear you above the
voice of those forces which seek to bring me down.
I feel my joy and am grateful that you have brought it to me.
I rise up to kiss your face and let it become my own.

There was pain and distance–
hostility, God.
I left you for the sin of self-defeat.
I was lost.
You found me.
I sought you and found that you were there, waiting for me to break free.
Waiting for me to unearth my value, buried beneath words.

We are reunited.
We are connected. Intrinsically.
Our tie is forever.
Covenant.
Bound in love and loyalty.
In grace and beauty.