Unconditional

Love, you visit me
with the burning lamp of pain in your hand.
I can see your face and know you as sunshine.
You became the stitch between two dead layers of skin,
after soul has ripped through its flesh
into the audience hall of silence.

The world has scratched you with its pain,
asking for its return in songs.
Throwing prayer at your face
like some form of God.
Slaving through the floor with wounded knees,
offered benediction in exchange for a comfort song for all  who can't sleep.

No matter how many insults you are forced to engulf,
you hold your right fist in the air,
your left arm wrapped around the broken ones,
pull through dust,
and sacrifice your meal for the unbelieving dry throat.

I have heard your harp break into an ocean of formless forms,
my hatred floats on top of your body,
you diffuse its existence with a smile,
and hug the doubtful spirit without disgust.

Love, you visit me
after my deeds break hearts.
when honesty is not in my apparel,
you cloth my nakedness with your forgiveness,
when I have buried your image in the grave of darkness.

You watch me die in my sleep,
let me  howl as a ghost
and remind me that as much as I walk through walls,
I wont penetrate the floors,
the ground has rejected to accept an un-lived life,
so I learn to breath again.

I learn the chronicles of living every time you visit,
watch me slowly unmask myself,
and allow me unmask you.
I finally learn, you are God,
the healer of unknown.