My hair is long
My nails unkempt
My clothes askew
My face unwashed
Thus unadorned
I go before my day.
This day,
as the last
and the one before it
and the one
before
that.
How many more?
I cannot say
I have no say
Lord, how long?
Instead,
You turn me to me
And I dare to look;
one me upon the other,
at the we that is only me.
And I am
I,
the one you love,
have loved
still love.
Take me to then,
that then when
it was just you and I
and I was perfect.
My hair askew
but you were all I knew.
My skin aglow
when you're all I know.
Naked and fresh
Unwashed and penniless.
That beginning time
when You were mine
and I was thine.
And everyday hence
that You proposed I go;
Including this day
when wilderness itself
greets me at my front door
and I step willingly into it.
I,
Worn plain
Yet Your love is the same.
Perfect
and perfecting still.
