We need

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!

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