Once I lay
Void of hope and grace
He came
With bouquets of promises
Sewn from all my misfortunes
Sets of perfect smiles for every occasion
He brought
Ideas I wanted to make into
Perfect realities
And he gave me God
Watered all my imperfections
Creating beautiful broken flowers
Which don't quite grow for the perfect eye
But for the stable one
Who really sees
He gave me God
Not in a book
Or stone idols
But in his action
Being
Staying
Without fear
When all I saw was shadows
And in the waters of my discontent
He bathed with me
And it was just us
The God in him
And me
- BlooWriter
