Love that sweats, pours
Out humility, serves
Like it’s goin’ out of style.
Love that callouses,
But isn’t calloused, that
Has dirt under the nails, while everyone else
washes their hands
Of you. Love that endures the scars of loss,
Hangs on in darkness, when others hang loose
in light times.
Love that climbs into pits, pulls
us from flames and washes our wounds.
Nitty gritty love that removes royal robes to know
the dust of our humanity!