We were made to desire perfection. I see glimpses of it every day in the strangers I pass by and in the pretty things we create. These glimpses make us step in their direction. We pursue them in thought, first, second, and third. Sometimes with a long gaze too.
You, God, do not have mere glimpses of perfection, You are perfection. To have and to hold You is all every soul wishes for, whether we know it or not.
Count me blessed, that I know, and I pursue in kind manner that You have, You above all that I have come to love and know. We fit like jigsaw pieces with edge touching edge, uncontrived, with spaces none to overcome. There is no space. Nothing is in between, and it is what frees me.
