It's Strange To Risk.

I wonder where you hurt.

is it where I hurt?

I hurt the way we parted.

I hurt that we parted.

Do you feel it?

I hurt in places too deep for me to dig alone.

I think I buried it there when I was 3irty or 2wenty or 10.

I am scared what I will find there.

I am afraid you found it.

Is that same.. your hurt?

Discovery of you?

I'd like to love on that.

I wish you could hear this.

From MY mouth.

I love you as you are... as imperfect as we are.

I know you are afraid of being imperfect....

that I would see or find that in you... 

But the secret is out,

"I am just like you."

And I love you...

but to love you I must love myself first

as commanded...

and to love myself I must love God and what he created

(in me and in you)

this dance of imperfection and holinesss...

sacred play.

A risk taken by Him on me.

A risk taken by Him on you.

I wonder if wanting us to take the risk 

on each other 

instead,

He wanted us to take the risk on ourselves.

Would it have hurt less?