He tells me he is sorry, falling down and scrubbing his face in the dirt.
And it was such a small thing that he had done!
His remorse seemed out of proportion.
Did he think me so judgmental?  
Or that I would so easily turn away?

Imperfections revealed are the delicate strands which bind a person to another.
It is in this revelation, this exposure of our humanity, where grace is allowed to grow,
And humility is allowed to flourish.

Here, where acceptance wears the purple coat,
Nobility is nothing more than the mark of a soul in tune.