Your limits are your limits
don’t be embarrassed
Feel free to test them,
very often they are just a glass ceiling
beyond which is your true reality,
but even still limits exist,
they are your body, mind, and soul saying,
“not now, and maybe even not ever”
Stand and celebrate them,
our weakness is just as much a part of us
as our strengths,
in fact, embracing what we are not
is just as beautiful and healthy and good
as embracing what we are.
So, be honest with yourself,
let the critics have their say,
but rejoice in knowing who you are
Acne on the brow, hair on the forearm, greying hair color:
these are the rarest of gems, the humanity in us all.
They are secret things, beautiful things.
Who decided what beauty is anyway?
If it is mutable, then I say we mute it,
so the inner value can shine through.
How long, o Joshua, will your people hold back from their inheritance
what are they afraid of?
don’t they know that I AM God
Paint me, see me know me,
use me your own
let me disappear into your canvass
I want to be reimagined within the furious elegance
of your brush strokes.
You take your burden
and you give it to me;
I take my burden
and give it someone else;
together, we bear each other’s burdens
and Christ is more than capable
of carrying what we cannot.
You take the chains off
and I ask, “now what do I do?”
and You say, “Go have fun
You’ve been somber far too long
and don’t wear solemnity well