Forgive me, humanity, I have not been
the human being – the father, son, brother,
husband, partner, friend – I had hoped to be.
Nowhere near, not within a country mile.
What I am and have
been –
to complete perfection – is the perfect me.
No one could ever come close
to being as perfect a me as me.
Soon enough I’ll meet the perfect death,
this version of self ceasing forever to exist
and move on to what is next.
I don’t ask forgiveness from God.
I thank God for sharing with me
the opportunity of serving Him
(fitting so aptly into His plan)
by being the unique, imperfect perfect me;
expressing precisely all He wished to be expressed,
attaining all that was required by my particular
incarnation.
O child of God, don’t worry.
Be happy.
Perfection is in the eye of the Beholder.
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