(“’My brothers,’ he said. ‘I have
conducted myself before God in a completely good conscience all my life up to
this day.’” Acts 23:1)
Like cows in the fog,
black specters on the savannah,
we looked like strangers, but we belonged there.
It got to the point where we always said,
“I’m fine”
when people asked who never made up their mind
to come closer,
to see better,
to hear the bellows of creatures left out in the cold.
We are all looking for a better love,
a higher sun that looks deeper than the droplets that
mask our view. We are all hoping for better apologies,
higher comedies that laugh
only at our own misperceptions.
I know you are not fine. I know you juggle
tears and eggshells on the floor everywhere you walk.
I know you hide it well,
but not from me,
not from me.
I know you seek a cavern deep inside yourself,
a pattern that turns the years inside out,
a hand that takes you outside yourself
for one day or two.
I know you long for,
cannot believe, but hope for,
a light through the fog that sees you
more clearly than you see yourself.
We looked like strangers. But
we hoped to be arranged in a way
that left us leaning together,
unafraid to say,
I’m not as fine as I let on.”
And trust the honesty will pierce the haze
we always believed would hide us from the
worst of days. We need something fiercer than
words that push the best gifts away. We need to
simply
Stay.
I accidentally lost my mask and said something in public what should have been in private.... I die I'm so grateful that you are you and that I know you have already forgiven me.
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ReplyDeleteI guess I'm not even aware of what you said. Be blessed.
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