To Him

To Him, we are perfect.

In all our imperfections and ugliness.
Amid the bumps and wrinkles of growing age.
Amid the sufferings of moods and laughters and sorrows.
To Him, we are perfect.

In all our worldly weaknesses and shortcomings.
In all our declining looks and passerby glances.
In all our worldly compliments and our sense of self
To Him, we are perfect.

To how we see ourselves in the mirror to how the mirror is to who the mirror is.
To all the words of wisdom and thoughts of comfort.
He is the only One are perfect to.

Perhaps because He created us.
Perbaps because He is the Guardian of our secrets.
Perhaps because He witnesses our sufferings like our Sole Companion.
Perhaps because He sees us evolve from a wrinkle to another.
Perhaps because He hears the depth of unsaid to the confines of unheard.
Perhaps because He sees us struggle for his people because He said so.
Perhaps because He is the only One Perfect.

Perhaps then, He is the Only one we are perfect to. He is the Only One.