Under the covering of perfect love
Two faltering human souls come face to face
Taking of the blank masks that make them safe
Trusting their fragile selves to mighty grace.
Silencing the swift chatter of the mind,
Lowering the defences one by one;
To own the truth that is their own, not ours,
To own it fully, till their tale is done.
Stilling the vaunting ego’s petulance,
That cries out for attention constantly;
Hearing the heart behind the screen of words
In all its manifold humanity.
Trusting our weak selves to the Spirit’s power
Knowing that perfect Love knows everything;
Forgives, and overcomes, our brokenness,
And makes our awkward fumbling rise and sing.