I have been gifted in many ways in this life
but one gift stands out the most.
My beloved, you have taken a feeble soul
and you are slowly turning her into courage.
My gratitude often comes in waves of complaints
but you accept my wounded blind folds.
My love is always shaken by the mundane
but you waiver not in your resolve.
My patience is temporal like the weather
but you watch for the limited gaps of my awakening moments.
I struggle to even trust myself
yet your love engulfs my whole constitution.
I am familiar with the ways of the ego
yet that is the pit of my misery.
You accept all my profanities
even if I am ashamed of them.
You light a candle in my darkness and sit with me
yet all you are is light.
Your compassion engulfs my anger
even when I refuse to dissolve.
I am a very stubborn child
but my devotion continues to simmer an antidote.
I want to fall in your arms
if only I can find the courage to trust you totally.
But my days are numbered
as my ego bleeds out.
I am simply grateful!