evidence of a life fully lived

When we are young,

it’s the illusion of perfection that we fall in love with. . As we age,

it’s the humanness that we fall in love with- the poignant stories of overcoming, the depthful vulnerability of aging, the struggles that grew us in karmic stature, the way a soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances. . With less energy to hold up our armor,

we are revealed and,

in the revealing,

we call out to each other’s hearts. . Where before wounds turned us off,

they are now revealed as proof that God exists.

Where we once saw imperfect scars,

we now see evidence of a life fully lived.