by Charles K. Robinson
I know you, I created you.
I am creating you.
I have loved you from your mother’s womb.
You have fled – as you know – from my love.
But I love you nevertheless, and not-the-less and,
however far you flee,
It is I who sustain your very power of fleeing,
and I will never finally let you go.
I accept you as you are. You are forgiven.
I know all your sufferings. I have always known them.
For beyond your understanding, when you suffer, I suffer.
I also know all the tricks by which you try to hide the ugliness
You have made of your life from yourself and others.
But you are beautiful.
You are beautiful more deeply within than you can see.
You are beautiful because you yourself,
in the unique one that only you are,
Reflect already something of the beauty of my holiness in a way,
which shall become.
Through the transforming power of my love
you shall become perfectly beautiful.
You shall become perfectly beautiful.
In a uniquely irreplaceable way.
which neither you nor I will work out alone.
For we shall work it out together.