You are altogether beautiful,
Not a single seam left wanting,
Not a fragment of light misplaced.
Your edges hold stories; your silence keeps grace.

There is a hush in the way you enter a room,
A steadiness that steadies others;
Your laughter stitches open places,
Your sorrow teaches tenderness.

Skin and scar and memory together sing,
A whole made of small mercies and fierce truth.
Beloved, you are more than surface:
You are depth, you are home, you are yes.