"How do you know anything about me?" Nathaniel"I saw you...." Jesus
not invisible
though I sit and rock in the dark
find a hidden crevice to crouch in
hide behind some forgotten door
closet my essence
though I veil my head and face,
escape within my own mind,
blend with the woodwork
He sees
His light reveals who I am---
from the inside out.
He understands.
He sees His creation,
the formation of His hands.
In Truth
He sees----me.
Darlene Moore Berg
1 comment:
This poem goes with the artwork, especially the line "blend with the woordwork." Beautiful duo, Darlene!
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