An invitiation

Come to him

When you are ugly,
Broken and messy.
Without cover up or make up.
Head down, hair down
Undone

With your rage
Hidden under a small stone heart
Or erupting in volcanic flashes

With your failed perfectionism
and messy failures
With your corrosive addictions and compulsions
With loathing and frustration
With your inability to be
Even vaguely who you hope to be.

Don't try to tame your dangerous dislike
Of who you think you are
Or make yourself who you think you should be.

Bring your need to be known
Your longing for approval
Your disbelief with love
Bring your selfish hope
And small dreams.
Bring your guilt laden religion
and lack of faith.

He's not asking you to be perfect
He's inviting you to come.

Be loved.