Every Day

Every day

my need for You gets stronger.

I find myself reaching for You,

longing for You to hold me closely

to Your chest.

 

The rest have all gone,

scattered to the wind and perhaps never to return again.

But You, You remain

faithful

resilient

loving

and true.

 

Often my weakness overcomes me,

and I come crashing down;

I do not gently descend.

But You are always there

when I reach the bottom.

 

Others tire of my difficulties.

They turn their heads.

They cannot stand

the heap of a mess

that I have become.

 

But You,

You look at me with unfaltering eyes,

never looking away

always staring at me

like I am,

smiling upon me.

 

You make me feel beautiful

when all I can see is this detestable

image in the mirror before me.

You make me feel strong

when the truth is

I am haggard and worn.