Hybrid

feathers

I am perfect in my imperfection.
It is my fallen state
that makes me trustworthy
the hurt, the blunder, the lashing out,
the stumble,
I know well
and see in you with sibling compassion,
our bond is human.

 

It is the angel in me
that has eternal faith
resilience of spirit
openness of heart despite
the reflex to armour
and sees your divinity,
our bond divine.

 

This healing vision
sees no wrong
ever
but only a request
a please
a pleato be known
to be held
to be loved
free.

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