Sweet Jesus, show me what I am hiding from.
I can feel the edges, the shape of the thing but cannot see through the bag it is hiding in.
I know that it is detouring my thoughts to a place I would rather not traverse.
I know that I want to hide, to not be known.
I am hiding my small self between words, collapsing into someone elses thoughts.
I feel as if I am behind a barred window, rattling the casing.
Stab holes in my shell so I can see past myself into You
You are my beacon and i will gravitate toward you always.
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March 12, 2010 at 4:53 pm
blesseddad
Sobering post Little Sister. reminds me of the song “set me free” by Casting Crowns. You are in my prayers daily. God bless Always!
BlessedDad
March 13, 2010 at 2:31 pm
gladwellmusau
My heart reaches out to you…in prayer and love. God is reachable through the chaos! I am reaching out…..
LOTS OF HUGS,
Gladwell
March 15, 2010 at 5:32 am
girl with a golden thread
Thanks my love. Many prayers for you coming your way 🙂
March 15, 2010 at 5:14 am
Neva Flores
it is so easy to hide in our words as poets……..you are searching and you will find what you seek
March 15, 2010 at 2:37 pm
girl with a golden thread
That’s why I keep writing!