Fullness

Content.
No, there's more.
Loved. Ahhh.
How did this fullness work its way in?
Stunningly unexpected, but oh so accepted.
At least I do now.
Oh how Someone could fill the soul
and see beauty despite the vines wrapped tight.
It's a puzzle to see Him write it in the dust,
but now the dust has been wiped away
and He doesn't see the puzzle,
but understands how we do.
I still see a mess and some brokenness.
Fingers touch my closed eyes as He smears this watered-dust over
and says, "Wash."
Washing I remember the touch
and I feel
loved.