O Lord, you know all my longing:
my groans are not hidden from you.
Psalm 38:9
Transparency,
that’s what I long for—
the
freedom of dismantling
brick after brick
the
wall named
“how
I want to be seen.”
Think of the light!
Morning streaking through poplar leaves,
Noon
unbridled beating the roof,
and
in late evening
by
the gardenias, moonlight,
soothing as I wait for you.
Still, I can’t live naked.
My
skin won’t allow it.
Even
with you I feel need
for
shelter.
A
veil or a window,
whatever I choose—
Please, my Lord, take care
to
look through.
-- By:
Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - -
a member of the Dominican
Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and
teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North
Carolina.
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