A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

It is a terrifying thing

to be seen

so clearly

so fully

and yet

It is a beautiful thing

to be seen

and known

and still

to be loved.

Not for the first time

I feel 

that a friendship

may be a shadow

of God’s boundless love,

a love that is sometimes

difficult to believe in

when I feel unworthy

insignificant

not enough

and too much

at the same time. 

Unlovable. 

But then

He sends

Love

in human form

that overwhelms me

with its depth and breadth

that reminds me

I was made for this

I was made to be loved

and nothing I do

changes that

in either direction. 

I cannot

increase my worth

but nor does any action on my part

change the ferocity 

with which I am loved.