The Altar of Perfection

It has to be Epic.
Glorious
Full of splendor
And splendid.

But I fail every time.

It's just not good enough.
(I'm not good enough.)
(I'm not good enough.)

It's all wrong.
I built it
too hastily
too carefully

too long
too short

too wordy
too foolish.

Lie to me.
Tell me you like it.
I'll believe you.
I'll eat it up.

Here I Am.

My boy, your mother laughed into herself
when she heard you would be coming.
What would I tell her now?
As I look into your eyes,
I think of how I've loved you.
I wonder if this look will be the last,
or if he'll let you off my hook.
There's no one else I love enough
but you - but without him, you're not.
I'm not. We're nothing.
I do not understand, and yet,
this morning I submit.
I packed you like my donkey,
and here, unbasketed, unfurled,
I stretch you out upon this altar
and make a gift of my whole world.

Week 2: Altars.

This week's theme is "altars."

Create a monument to commemorate your deliverance, your blessings, your curses, divine provision or improvisation, your bests, your worsts, your important times and places and people and ideas.