In the quiet

You see me, running and chasing

a world full of distraction and judgment

my heart torn and shameful; my words quick and angry;
my hands clutching too tightly to receive

You see me, worrying and forcing

a life that can’t satisfy or salve

my head questioning and doubting; my soul searching and longing;
my joy stolen by expectations

You see me, in all my mess and mistakes and futile attempts

to earn a gift I’ve already been given

my blessings countless and merciful; my sins forgiven and forgotten;
my worth bound in your grace

You see me, and you wait

for my heart to soften,
for my hands to open,
for my soul to quiet,

and you whisper,