I can see you
Looking out across the universe
And into my eyes

And my heart soars
Because out of all the places you can look
You look at me

You see all of me
And in spite of my brokenness and selfish heart
You love me

I don't know how He came to love me
Or how or why
Am I really that special?

I'm broken and battered
And torn and bruised
I ignore Him sometimes
And turn away
Try do things on my own

I'm not sure why He chose to let the world be broken
Freewill, I suppose
Without it, there is no love
For love depends on choice

But why did He let us choose?
Is love so important that He would be willing to suffer?
To watch us suffer, and give up the ability to make us do
Whatever He wanted us to do?

Is love really worth it?
Wait.
But He is love.

If He is love
And love means choice
And choice means
Sometimes
Not choosing
What He wants us to choose
Than maybe
There could be no other way

He couldn't have done things
Another way
Because
If He had
He would not be
Love

But because He is love
I am loved

I was wandering
Lost and broken and alone
When He found me
And took me home

People, really
There's love
Wonder
In letters, words
The Word

The stars and the days look into our lives
And once they saw me

Broken inside
Afraid
Of anything real
An addiction to escaping our reality starts to rule our lives

Oh, just stay, fragile illusion
The days are long
And the space between Him and I is long

Then I realize
Maybe
If I start walking
Away from the illusion

I might start walking into beauty

And as I walk the icy fire that was destroying my soul fades to embers and dies to nothing

And another fire
Small and sweet
Flares in my soul

And its flames
Warm my frostbitten spirit

And I am home

*This poem was inspired the "words" section of my profile that displays at random different words that show up in poetry that we write. I added in some other words, but try it yourself and see what you come up with

The fire started
Burning and into it I fell
And started living

I wonder
If you know
How broken I really am
How lonely

I wonder
If you see
How insecure I am
How afraid

Afraid to let people in
To let you in
And I wonder what you'd do
If you really knew
What goes on in my head
And all the things I've done

Would you turn away?
Would you look at me with judgement, disdain?
Or would you learn to love me
The real me
As I am?

I wonder.