what you ask

You are asking for more of me.  Do I choose stress or do I choose to look past it at you?  Does my gaze catch yours? Do my eyes constantly avert so I see the dirt I am standing in? If I would only look up, I would see love, compassion, acceptance in your eyes.  The dirt is more appealing some days filled with the lies of shame and not good enough.  But you ,Oh God, see right through me.  At times painful, yet freeing.  Wash the dirt off with gentle hands and you wrap me in love.  You are asking more of me and in that I receive more of you.  Give this away you whisper.  Reach out, touch one in the dirt and bring them to me.  Come receive what I have to give.  You beckon me.