Perfect

May your humanity enfold you
in beautiful limitation.

May you be humbled
by the honour it is to be born
thus, embodied,
breathing stardust,
neither angel nor alien,
but something more strange:
a genuine to god human being.

May you—humbled, honoured,
at home in your own big heart—
turn to receive in good faith
this gift that no other
aspect of creation can face,
greater than any word,
for there is no more news
and no saviour to come:
all that has been sealed.

Now is the time.
Step forward, flawed human,
and find the crack you are
to be how the universe
perfects Thouself.