oh-pen-ned

i write to You
knowing that no one else
knows me like You do;

knows the pitfalls and the turns
and the places my ankles like to twist into,
and no one else can catch me better
or hold my hand as tight,
or
see inside me
like this...

see the tangled up-
mangled up-
maze of me
and still say,
           
 Beautiful.
             and
            
Free.
       and
           
Clean.

You are
what 
You are

and
the most dazzling of dreams
is not trade-able
for

these keys that you've made for me
the grace where You've bathed me
and the promise of forever with You

because we know

while i was so busy
bruising my fingers
pretending to help
(and actually believing I was)
I forgot
that

you are.

just a child,

and we can.

just laugh together.

and we can.

just cry.

and we can.

just Stop.

with all the
trying
      So Hard.

and start
smiling
      H a r d e r

because,

we know

The Way
in which
     The bless-
     ed
Rainbow
Bends