Love Your Gorgeousness

Don’t forget as you navigate
With the devil of details
To love your gorgeousness.
Don’t forget to grasp the
Helping hand of a stranger
As you climb steep stones and
Cross running rivers that mark
The trail past your despair,
Past the waning hope and promises,
Past the determination to
Do it right from now on, and
Leads you, and you alone,
In all your gorgeousness,
To a willingness to receive
Not what is left but what is being offered
By way of seas of green bending
Grasses growing in the murky shallows
And the trees that stand like gods
Waiting for your embrace.