These specs are windows
And though small,
We still look away as to avoid
Eye contact, to feel small
And ever so afraid that some
One might find our souls,
For they are stretched out and
Nailed to our frames,
Not always intact.
Yes , these windows our small but out
Souls are large and laid wide across a bed if secretes we are to paranoid to handle , though we sure like to compartmentalise, that it would make us feel slightly better.
I came to the earth naked , and naked I shall return , as I’d been nothing but a breath.
Let me remain naked and bare before all
Well aware of the bruising and the edges that make me so Fallible. And from a breath all life was given, and in the same notion , if been forgiven .
And so I love your souls , though hidden.
They are large and beautiful , despite the Shame and blood ties forged to keep you alive with a closed heart. No path way is so hidden that He should not find.