"Known and Loved"

I am a woman of no distinction

of little importance

I am a women of no reputation

save that which is bad

 

You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances

Though you don’t really take the time to look at me

Or even get to know me

 

For to be known is to be loved

And to be loved is to be known

Otherwise what’s the point in doing

either one of them in the first place

 

I WANT TO BE KNOWN

 

I want someone to look at my face

And not just see two eyes, a nose,

a mouth and two ears

But to see all that I am, and could be

all my hopes, loves and fears

 

But that’s too much to hope for, to wish for,

or pray for

So I don’t, not anymore

 

Now I keep to myself

And by that I mean the pain that keeps me in my own private jail

The pain that’s brought me here at midday to

this well

 

To ask for a drink is no big request but to ask it of me

A woman unclean, ashamed, Used and abused

An outcast a failure a disappointment, a sinner.

No drink passing from these hands to your lips could ever be refreshing

Only condemning,

as I’m sure you condemn me now

But you DON’t!

 

You’re a man of no distinction

Though of the utmost importance

A man with little reputation, at least so far

 

You whisper and tell me to my face

what all those glances have been about and

You take the time to really look at me

But don’t need to get to know me

 

For to be known is to be loved and

To be loved is to be known

 

And you know me

You actually know me

all of me and everything about me

Every thought inside and hair on top of my head

Every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread

 

My past and my future, all I am and could be

You tell me everything,

you tell me about ME

 

And that which is spoken by another would bring hate and condemnation

Coming from you brings love, grace, mercy, hope and salvation

 

I’ve heard of one to come

who could save a wretch like me

And here in my presence, you say

I AM HE

 

To be known is to be loved

And to be loved is to be known

And I just met you

 

I don’t know you but I want to get to

Let me run back to town

this is way to much for just me

There are others: brothers, sisters, lovers, haters,

the good and the bad, sinners and saints

who should hear what you’ve told me

who should see what you’ve shown me

who should taste what you gave me

who should feel how you forgave me

 

For to be known is to be loved

And to be loved is to be known

And they all need this too

We all do, We need it for our own.