Holiness is never wholly holy.
All is all - an angel or a flea,
Loved and deeply cherished equally,
Loved as though all love embraced them only.
One is just as sacred as a gnat,
Well loved, just as well loved as a thief,
Existing far beyond one's joy or grief,
Embraced by love that dances past belief.
Nor does one need more than the thought of that.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Watercolor Lilies. By Aaron Kenny. Music free to use at YouTube.