God,
I
wish I never met you. I wish I was able to meet you all over, again.
Can
we go back to the beginning?
I
wish I knew you as a stranger. Maybe I bumped into you at the bus stop or
standing on line at the grocery knowing nothing of one another, no misconceived
notions, ideas. I wish I met you, knowing nothing. No mold, no box to try to
squeeze you in.
Looking
into the eyes of a stranger. What would your eyes look like?
What
would I see in your gaze with you looking back at me.
What
if I just knew you one to one, for myself.
Because
I have a feeling that there is so much more to you.
Starting
with a conversation, a look in the eye.
An
introduction sealed with a handshake.
Followed
by more conversation. Then we exchange numbers.
Later,
we pick up the phone, make a date.
And
learn each other.
What
if I had actually invited you in?
Instead of culture's distortion and
exploitation of a billboard Jesus?
Instead
of well-meaning others clamping you onto me.
Instead
of church tying a noose of doctrine around my neck?
What
if I loved you for myself?
Learned
you for myself? Argued with you even?
Adored
and desired you for myself. What if?
Can
we go back to the beginning-
Have I unlearnt all I needed to unlearn.
Let me learn you all over again.
I only know your masks
Let me see your face.
I only know the myths and fables of you
Let me hear your voice.
I only know buildings of you,
Let me know the architecture, let me kiss the marble floors
within your heart of your hearts.
God, Let me love you.
