Recently I disappointed a friend.
We were to meet up and I didn’t show.
I apologized but was not forgiven.
So I sit with a heavy heart.
In the face of her anger
my mind has a dozen excuses.
My mother just transitioned.
I haven’t slept.
I’m planning a memorial service for 75.
In the end, the Beloved shows me
none of those reasons matter.
I can be an imperfect
I exist because of God’s love for me.
No matter how imperfect my lower actions are today
The eternal flame of love never wavers.
I am It.