makes no measure,
takes no measure,
gives no measure
of us all.

available from
the gutter to the temple-
it judges none,
its strings of grace
wrapped around
our hearts
our lives
our gains
our falls.

I used to wish
to be more than
to be worthy
to be loved-

But I’m learning
as I walk
as I be
as I go
that even in our
dimmest dark,
love is written
on our hearts-

We have always
been enough.