reminders

remind and call to mind,
what i forget and often leave behind.

for you remind me,
that i’m small,
yet hugely and fully loved.

for you remind me,
that you write good,
far better stories.
that i’m not in control,
far better than if i could.

for you remind me,
that i’m temporary,
and the struggles are too.
that i’m not steady or secure
in anything but you.
that light does, in fact, win,
enduring to change the hue.

remind me,
that my value is already settled,
my attachment at an altar engaged.
you’re exposing an inner likeness,
less hidden with every turn of the page.

remind me,
i’m not enough,
and not supposed to be.
my limits the perfect scale,
for contrast to your vast expanse.

remind me,
abundance can be accessed here,
that i’m included in a promise,
that i’m a masterpiece in process.

remind me again,
you look my way,
mind me in delight,
so i must matter already.
clothed as one sought out,
not overlooked by a heavenly sight.

remind me again,
what you see.
and what you think of me.
you Love, author and main character,
crafting this sacred story.

remind me again,
of the birds, the clouds, the vistas,
of the receipts, the words, the touch
of where we’ve been.

remind me what’s true,
that what’s true at the heights,
is true in the depths.
that what’s true in the thin,
is true in the thick of all this.
remind me again and again.

remind me still,
that i would know.
that tears are helpful for washing,
that knees provide a counterintuitive ascent.
that what i see slowly revealing,
resembles the very water for which i’m thirsting,
the burning generating a lovely, lingering scent.

remind me to forget,
to forget what i thought i knew,
and cling to who i do.