Tender Moments.

At those moments when I am least deserving
lists of lacking
dried tear ducts somehow still brimming
most alone
piercing

a tender feeling,
mercy
I am reminded of who I am
where I am from
and even
I am loved

not loved
for what I am doing; what I do
the blunders I insist on making
the gifts I neglect
or risks I regret taking

I am loved by one who is Perfection
He who loves all; even least deserving
loves the least of all these
Loves me

He loved me first
Before my attempted success
or my ardor for others, and Him
before I even was

Before my wounds and heartbreak
before my treason with what I know
and when I am wandering my heart feels pulled
those tender heartstrings sing
a soft song
I remember

from a quiet eternal place and still
I am loved