She…

She

I am convinced that God IS both

male and female…

father and mother…

sister and brother…

bride and bridegroom…

I will confess to you that throughout my life, there has
been an inward search…

outwardly also, when young…

and now again, while older…

for a perfect woman.
Maybe not perfect for someone else,

but perfect for me…

One who would love my strengths,

celebrate them, while also,

telling me,

showing me,

helping me

dig them from the depths of Imago Dei which I keep deeply buried within my own shame.

A woman who could reach within the defensiveness of my

embarrassment and resistance

to touch the pain connected to my weakness. To caress it with

the kindness,

the gentleness,

the sweetness,

of grace.

A woman of beauty whose sensuality flows from mountains of passion which teem with

life-giving and affirming

abundance.

Who is unafraid to lay bare

before me,

beside me,

beneath me.

A woman of intelligence, without the need to degrade my own;
not threatened by my masculinity,

yet smiles

when I express my own feminine side.

Yes, the woman in my dreams…

in my heart…

for which my soul longs…

and my eyes search…

I am finding…

Is God…

Yet…

I still long to be held…

to be hugged…

for a smile…

for the music of laughter…

as a foretaste…

of Home.