I’m not sick and you’re not broken.
In Truth, we’re whole and healed and One.
Yet I hide in words unspoken,
Thinking we have come undone.
In your hands I placed my treasures,
Looking for a fair exchange.
Yet intent cannot be measured.
Expectations lead to blame.
My projections, always faulty,
Convince me you are cruel and wrong.
Yet in Truth, you’re just my brother.
Equal notes in Heaven’s song.
So I can never judge you harshly,
For in so doing I judge myself.
When I see your soul’s perfection,
Then I know all Heaven’s wealth.