He prefers you.

You'll just have to ask Him why.

I don't see it myself.

So He wanted to play in the dirt, that's all right,

But then He had to bind you together with blood, sweat, and tears and breathe in your faces and fall head over heels and that was the beginning of the end for us.

I'm not going to pretend we enjoyed it.

Pretending is for you.

When you flash into bright quasars and run the length of the universe with Truth in your mouth,

It's a bit much to wonder if someone likes you.

Still, we were more than a little embarrassed watching you.

This is who He relished above us,

This talking mud with the odd faces who always seemed to want to touch everything.

Some of the others, well,

They got more than embarrassed and now you have someone to blame.

I'll never be able to tell you when it happened.

Perhaps I was looking down at you the first time you put your face close to the fluff of a dandelion and blew.

I heard your wish, it made me laugh.

We're allowed to do that, you know.

Maybe it was the time one of your daughters discovered she could sing,

And her voice filling the mountains,

A skein of silk, eternally strong,

Made me wonder where I could learn to long for something like that.

Now that you mention it, it may have been the time your lover walked back and forth all night with your child,

Or when your son walked for miles following the call of a bird just to see its nest and never raise a hand to it.

I may have seen it, then.

The frail wonder of you,

One moment you're so still you seem to hear me,

The next you're so loud you forget your own name.

The power of you to steal His heart with nothing,

With the way you bite into fruit and the sound your footsteps make on rustling leaves.

I, a string in the music,

Will never get to hear the whole song,

But you make it up yourselves out of whole cloth.

I, one of the lights that calls out from nothing,

Never knew brightness until I watched one of you watch the sun rise.

I who whisper in dreams,

Will never dream.

But you build castles from your dreams,

There is no part of life that you will not try to make beautiful.

I see it now.

How Love could love you.