Being Held, Being Loved

In our brokenness
we long to be held.

Cherished and seen as holy.

Though the disfigurements
may be profound
we long for welcoming arms.

Cherished and seen as holy.

We bring the brokenness and disfigurements
as a child
crawling into a loving parent’s lap.

Wrapped in a soft blanket of love
held warmly
for as long as it takes
for the brokenness and disfigurements
to no longer matter
or define us.

This is our greatest gift
to each other.
To hold each other.
Loving the outcasts
and saying
“Welcome home, my love.
I am so glad you are in my life!”

-Jose Enciso