You Make Sense

You, beloved, make sense

Your flaws and your bruises

Your joys and your pleasures

What delights you and frustrates you

What confuses and elates you

Your beliefs and your questions

Your doubts and your fears

All of it makes sense to me, my dear

When the other has questions that communicate hate

When the other decides you are too far out of the gate

Just know that the God they say loves you

The One they shout forms us in the womb

I have to believe He sees us and whispers

I am with you

And beloved - I know you