We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
It was not
To pull me in close
To wrap ’round me
To span my skin
The gift -the reaching out
It was
To lift me higher
To steady me
To redeem my heart
He’s not afraid to belt it out
I think that’s the distinction
And the tone of his courage
Spraying through the status quo
Is all we were ever born to know