saved

a zillion years later, i'm reminded
that unlike me who is acutely aware
of how limited my promises are
how shaky my knees get
how short my words will fall
and how many times
ill fall
along with them

unlike me
whose voice will crack
under a well-polished, unphased
smile

unlike me
who indignantly calls out foul play
and villanizes
with pointed words
and pointed fingers--
only to turn around
secretly relieved
not to yet be discovered
for the villain i am
myself

unlike me who has learned to bluff

His words are truth
His love is truth

He has no need
to bluff--
He's unable to

because He means
every word

and His words
have the power
of the only truth
that can heal

a promise that can't--and wont be broken

an "i love you"
that lasts through eternity

this is what it means
to be saved