Through a sea of faces,

in my worthless spaces,

He beheld me.

With all my flaws,

my painted claws,

He embraced me.

He looked at me with no surprise.

Searched my soul with piercing eyes.

He saw the scars of my scarlet past,

tainted with the crusts of remorse.

Though cloaked with contempt,

and from intimacy exempt,

he covered me with His fragrant scent

and kissed my brow with honored intent.

Forlorn and unadorned,

embittered and scorned,

He caressed me.

Stressed with life’s mess,

and weighed in duress,

He upheld me.

He touched my mind filled with pain.

Sensed with His heart my self-disdain.

He felt all the havoc I had wrought;

wretched self-destructive onslaught.

Although strangled in frustration,

on the edge of annihilation,

He cradled my being within his breast,

nurtured my passion to rise to His crest.

Draped in evil’s defect,

so far from perfect,

He loves me.

Cold and insensitive,

unsure and defensive,

He knows me.