When I look around my room,

And my eye lights on mess,

 

And my actual word count

And writing goals

Bear no resemblance,

And my day is slipping away

And I am barely writing

 

You know what I think most often?

 

He loves me anyway.

* * *

 It’s been a long love story,

Unrequited

On my part–for far too long.

 

But about fifteen years ago,

I began to remind myself,

God loves me.

 

And I knew it was true

In my head, intellectually.

 

But then the knowledge

Dripped like slow honey

From head to heart,

From head to spirit,

 

Until it became

The lens through which I see the world,

The music in my heart’s background,

The rhythm to which my pulses return:

He loves me, anyway,

He loves me, anyway.

 

The revelation of divine love.

Oh gift of gifts!

 

Restore it, refill it, oh Lord.