The perfect me
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 will dutifully ask
forgiveness from God
and then thank Him for
sharing with me
the opportunity to
serve,
(fitting so aptly into
His plan)
by 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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