
I don’t care about your weaknesses.
I have plenty of my own.
Let’s work on them together.
I don’t care about your sharp words.
They are open wounds that need
the gentle balm of sunlight.
I don’t care about your sins.
You know all of mine.
Why remember what heaven
promises to forget?
I only care about the
piercingly authentic,
perfectly imperfect,
tenderly affirming,
unassuming,
unadorned You.
Michael James Fitzgerald
Beautiful, tender and touching. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading. Happy New Year.
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