Take a pencil to draw,
And you realise
We are mostly made of shadow.
We are revealed by what we are not;
By shadows and doubt,
By hiding and illusion.
Perhaps this is why
God’s light is both alarming
And healing,
Painful and a balm.
It destroys
How we see ourselves
How we are shown,
Then reaches through shadow
To the heart.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment