Beyond the ways I hide
from myself,
you see me.
Underneath the make up
and beneath the gray roots and wrinkles,
you see me.
Despite my busy ways,
my lists,
my problems with digestion,
my anxieties,
my crafty ways of avoidance
and inattention,
you see me.
You see all of me.
Sometimes when I look in your eyes,
I catch a glimpse
of the me
that you hold in your heart.
It is a beautiful vision.
When I catch its glimmer,
I feel a wholeness,
an unfamiliar peace –
about life,
about Love,
about being me.
So, I am thinking…
this must be what Love is –
to hold onto that larger picture of our beloved –
to cherish it for them
and to protect it from harm
as if it were a world class masterpiece.
A beloved allows for the dropping
of all that does not matter
so that we can hold onto each other
for dear life –
for a life that is dear.
Beloved,
I am yours.
Becoming and Beholding 