O World’s Restorer, Status quo’s Demise,
you look into our minds, survey our assumptions and our plans
and you throw back your head and laugh.
You do not reveal your Wisdom
to the ones the world calls wise.
(They would not know what to make of it, anyway.)
Rather, Wisdom dazzles children’s minds;
She scoops up outcasts in a heady dance,
swaps secrets with the stranger and the fool.
The ones we call “unwanted”
you call Beloved.
The ones we call “broken”
you call whole and holy.
Impossible to think you look upon
our frail flesh and even frailer hearts
overgrown with greed and desperation
and fall in love with our potential!
Deepest desire of our hearts! Come!
Lift our burdens from our shoulders
and take us in your arms as your Beloved.