For a long time
I thought
once I found “him”
I would be safe
I would be content
not realizing that
safety in any arms
but the Father’s
is not safety at all
but silly me
I went right ahead
and placed my heart
in his hands
instead of 
His hands
and as a man
he did
what we all do
out of fear
or mistrust
or anger
or rage
or stupidity
or insensitivity
or lust
he broke my heart
but 
it’s okay
I recognize now
he 
is just a man
 I expected more
than he could give
as a mere extension
of 
The Man
So, I go back home
where I know
He is
and
for now
I am safe again