Misdirection

I am unimpressed with
your big house
fancy car
designer suits
and your bank account

Spare me your suave swagger
slicked back hair
and demonstrations
of your self-appointed superiority
and uncouth sexual prowess

Don't bore me
with your little mind
imprisoned by little thoughts
your trinkets of dogma
make me yawn

Don't talk me to death
with the conquests of your faded youth
don't smother me
with grandiose ideas
of a future, miscarried long ago
from the womb of potential

Instead impress me with
the integrity in your character
the strength of your mind
the tenacity of your will
the wisdom of your experience

Show me the kindness in your smile
the warmth in your touch
the compassion in your eyes
the light in your soul
the love in your heart

Then, I am enamored of the Sun
held captive by your brilliance
my only desire, to cling to your every word
with wide-eyed amazement…
at the God that you are