Loved as Before

Before the telescope

they thought the moon

Was perfect,

Smooth,

Flawless

Unblemished.

Then they looked, pieces of glass

magnifying the surface.

And found the moon

the victim of a thousand impacts,

Cratered,

Pitted,

Time worn,

Real.

But did that make the moon

any less beautiful?

any less wonderful or brilliant?

No

It was the same 

Loved as it was loved before.

So it is with you.

You yourself gave me the telescope

so I could know you better.

What did I see?

Imperfections,

Evidence of a thousand impacts,

Time worn,

Reality.

But did that make you 

any less wonderful or brilliant?

any less beautiful?

No.

You are the same.

Loved as you were loved before.