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