After And Before The Path

the bag of apricots sit on the shelf

the Cherri-o sits along the baseboard
reminding me of my rampant imperfection
and somehow I am still loved...
...and Loved

the room is empty
but Presence lingers
stealing my breath

the pillows provide dreams
of my longing
my fears
and my embarrassment

and I will rest
and I will look at my childish self
with a tender hand
God will stitch this anchor to my belly...to my Being

over wrought
Foolish
Glorious

God, make me a Lover
Make me a Live-er!!