I have not yet found a soul that could settle next to mine
without cutting into it; that just fit, perfectly
without wounding, I have not found a person that
could come close without diving into me, we all
slice ourselves up for each other and bleed into each other's wounds
and maybe that's not because I haven't found the right person
maybe it's because we're all the right person, we're not meant to be
with one or the other, a perfect yin to my yang,
we make ourselves meant to be, we mutilate and we morph
into each other and for each other's perfection
that they may know the face of God
and everything's ****** up, I know that, I can't fix what's ****** up
but maybe we don't need to fix what's ****** up
because we're all ****** up and that's what makes us human
that's what makes us beautiful, that's how we can see God
because Jesus, though he was in the form of God
did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped
but emptied himself, taking the form of a servant, and being
found in human form he humbled himself and
became obedient unto death, even death on a cross-
maybe we're meant to have wounds in our hands
and on our feet, and across our sides, and slashed down our backs
maybe we're just a combination of different people,
we crucify ourselves for those around us,
we are who we are, and then we are not,
and it is all too raw and stinging and sometimes you are ashamed
to look upon someone who died for you, it's too powerful
and you can't make yourself do that, but they did
Jesus did, and it is in this that we are most divine
it is in rawness and confusion and shame and passion
when things are too complicated and it hurts to even move
when you feel your body and soul straining and you don't know what to do
that's when you feel Christ, that's when his heart beats inside you.