It doen't intrest me...

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine and your own without having to hide it, fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine and your own. If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you till the tip of your toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, and to remember the limitation of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint others to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayals and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see the beauty even if it’s not pretty every day and if you can source your life from God’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failures, mine and your own and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon. Yes I can. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of fire and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me what or where have you studied or with whom. I want to know what sustains you from inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be done with yourself and truly like the company you keep in empty moments. It doesn’t interest me but I want to know.