You walked along side of me
all the time
day by day snuck by, and you were always there
in the morning
throughout the afternoon
and into the darkest of the night.
But once you asked,
“Do you love me?”
And, I didn’t know how to respond to that simple question.
I peered inside of my soul
and there I noticed all of my imperfections and my wrong doings
I noticed all of my past failings and my sins against man.
Don’t you deserve more in my faith?
“Do you love me?” I in turn asked?
I peered in my heart.
Did I not see the time that I listened to the story of someone else?
Did I not see the time that I cradled another’s soul in my arms?
Didn’t I share the best of all I could ever give?
We picked up our walk again in the middle of an afternoon.
And, I reached out my hand to be slipped into yours. Did I not feel the love? Could you not see the love?
I reached for those imperfections and those perfections and held them together in a tight unity strapped together by my own humanity.
Did I not feel the love? Could you not see the love?
I am loved. I love you.