We are responsible
For who we choose to be,
For the decisions we make,
For what we do to others
In the course of consequence.
I accept your choice
Without acknowledgement,
Without interpreting it,
Without letting it color my picture of you.
Perhaps I love the wrong you,
Never having known what came before
When you were purely you,
When you were uninsulated, unnumbed, clear.
When you were someone I might not have loved.
I see such strength
And such weakness.
So much daring and so much fear,
So much waiting to happen and
So much wasted time.
I love you in spite of you
And because of you.
I see the magic lurking there inside,
I see the Jedi readied for the dream.
I see and neither judge nor understand.
Copyright 1994, Diana W. Smith, All Rights Reserved