My years-long freedive
Into this clear-delusion
I need to divulge
If I close my eyes
Pasted smile upon my lips
Satan cannot see my tears
If I lock the door
Steal away to pray, midday
He won’t miss me
If in plain sight, I
Pretend an all’s-well walk
He won’t send a delegate my way
If I’m vulnerable
In my superpower song
Satan cannot sing along
What is this we say
Words have power?
To send them out as little soldiers
Dressed in armor plus tiny swords
Or in humility, altogether naked
Regardless revealing our hearts
When with any thought
Words can heal?
To speak them forth as mighty ministers
What bidding do I demand of them
Or in vulnerability, lowly ask
No matter what I stand to lose
But for the little ones, the crawly things, the butterflies
There are no ideals
No rooms left to house whimsy
And not enough hours remain to show vulnerability
To the tall trees
We give credit to the artists,
and we know that’s credit due.
Tho’ what would spark her, catch his eye
if not for the subject, you?
You’re her sun or you’re his sky,
or the trees, the bees, the view.
You’re the contrasts, the forgiveness,
or the love, the hope, what’s true.
Just how often do you wonder
“To myself, ought I be true?
Feel my fun, my fear, my courage,
show my texture, sing the blues?”
Step up then, to a big, bold “Yes!”
Vulnerability’s the key.
Let the artists find your masterpiece
and highlight it for all to see.
Art Credit: “You Rise Above the World” Richard Taylor; Milwaukee River Walk, Milwaukee, WI
Original Thought Credit: “…to thine own self be true.” William Shakespeare, “Hamlet”