by Lola Sofi
Even when you pass me by,
He sends another to love on me.
Your deafening silence directed at me
Is muffled by another’s loving touch.
Your purposeful ignorance and willful indifference towards me
Cannot move, shake or break me.
Your intentional avoidance of my person
Is offset by my Father’s ever-loving Eyes on me.
And even as you wish I had never crossed your path
I will continue to show you love…
Why?
Because my Father is Love
And I am made in the image of being Loved.
Writer’s Dance 
