how do you have the beauty....

of looking down on my sensitivities and sins and never saying a word about it?

how you you have the privilege....

of shinning upon me with everlasting lights.... exposing me for everything that i am?

how do you have the right...

to be colored with a canvas of blue with white specks hiding your grace?

sometimes you are vibrant, lively and free

sometimes you are dull, lifeless, and bound

you might expose figures of bunnies and flowers

you might be black with thundering showers

but tell me...

how do you have the privilege of looking upon me when i cannot always catch a glimpse and see you......