Baring Pain
strips
from under my finger tips
of control
my things and dreams
unravels my life at the seams
and my green leaf eyelids are lifted
as i am sifted
that i may see
i stand
in This sinking sand
Naked
came I
out of my mother's womb
and naked
shall I return thither...
but i like my things. and dreams. i like my life stitched up at the seams. these coping mechanisms of my makings. these survival techniques for the takings. I like my green leaf eyelids. closed. my curtains. shut. to hide the evidence. cover up Providence. so i can gloss over the Truth. veil the proof. of my things, hidden in the depths. of my basement. littered. where my dreams lie. embittered. in the waters of my soul.
i have spent. all that i have. growing. accustomed to the skirts i use to cover the atrocities. with the velocity. of shame. that keeps me burning and turning. and turning and burning. until my flesh. becomes numb. to their existence. making me forget that they're even there because they've been hidden for so long, so good, they are, at hiding. in my darkness.
being bared. being stripped. down to nothing. letting go of all my somethings. that have been pried from my grip. torn from these bleeding fingertips. still grasping. as I lie. gasping. for air. as my heart tears. my eyes tear. and it becomes clear. these deep blue depths. of my depravity. this despairing cavity. infects. the waters inside my soul.
who told thee
that thou wast naked?
and i tremble under the waters
This Sheol is naked. This Abaddon has no covering.
unleaved
i see
i am hung
on nothing
and
I AM hung
on something
after being bared of my somethings. the deeper the depths of my soul. i've seen. i stand. sifted. in sinking sand. after being stripped. naked. of the clothing. of my green leaf eye lids. my coping mechanisms. my survival techniques. of my hopes and dreams and things. my life, unraveled at the seams. as the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. that He has taken. baring my Pain. and my Bitterness. inside.
unleaves me
and i am still
before the LORD
being nothing
yet
in my flesh
in my bare. stripped. flesh.
i stand. in This. Sinking Sand.
set down
before the LORD
so that I shall see God
this empty vessel of clay
this long dark night before the Day
this lifeless heart of stone
my dry dead bones
His Treasure
Buried in This Sinking Sand
Thus for His Joy, me, set down before Him, He Bought the Land
and
I am Still
before the LORD
unleaved of all my things
and dreams
my life unraveled at the seams
yes, i have been stripped
naked
yet, yes, in my flesh
i shall see
God
Bless the LORD Oh my Soul
It is Well
with my soul
I AM
Still
Being
Nothing
so that i can be Something
and i am still. being nothing.
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