Meg Casey

It has come to my attention
that the only thing you may appreciate about me
Is how I appreciate you.

I suppose that should make me sad.
Annoyed.
Or even mad.
But it only makes me curious.

Fear not, my friend.
I love you.
Even from the depths of this knowing now,
Even in the clarity of morning
I do. I do.

You make me laugh.
You make me think.
You make me dance.
What’s more,
I see all the glory that is you and I
rejoice
in
it.

For you are as beautiful as you desperately hope you might be.
I promise.

Some may find me crazy or
Think this perspective foolish
But

I once arrived in a town where mirrors were obsolete.
In the shadows there,
behind an ancient tree,
love whispered a secret that changed my heart forever.

She is not a wish, desire, hope to be appreciated, known or even seen.
She is not a currency to be exchanged, deserved or meted out by merit.
She abides there
Whenever I find Me
With all my messy woundedness, or my joyous silly brilliance,
humanity and Divinity
in the very same space
As You.