Bare,
stripped down,
denuded.
I am as I was born,
naked before Your eyes.
No fake smile,
no mask.
No last-ditch attempt at impressing,
for You know what I am –
broken,
scarred,
warped.
My defences are useless.
I quiver before Your thoughtful gaze.
Shame lowers my eyes,
makes me blush to my roots.
Your scrutiny never wavers.
Nothing You see surprises
or sickens.
Wounds can’t make you blanch,
welts have no power to revolt.
Rather,
when I dare to steal a peek,
I discern something new.
Is it – pride?
Admiration?
Longing.
Loving.
Accepting.
Sobs shake me,
autumn rains to wash away
former visions,
mirror images.
All that is left is –
me.
And
You say
I am enough.
Bare…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
You’ve been in my brain again, haven’t you? 🙂 My thoughts summed up beautifully in a poem. I have felt this way quite a bit this last week.
I am thinking that until all our ‘xtras’ are stripped away, we can’r be real with God – or perhaps anyone else on a significant level. Ouch… I am seeking to see the beauty in this vulnerable place, to find the acceptance I crave right there. btw – Happy birthday, girl! 🙂
I am daily grateful that I’m “enough” for God, as I’m rarely so for people.
It’s so disappointing to be a disappointment… I still can’t get it through my head that God looks at me this way. I need daily reminders…
It’s kind of like math drills–we have to keep saying the truth to ourselves, till we know nothing else!
What an apt comparison, Caddo!
Well, for folks like me, it can be about as difficult–
This is so powerful and beautiful, Melody. It is what I always think of when the trees lose their leaves and stand there still with their branches upraised. God bless you and thank you for ministering to us with your poems!
Thank you, Debbie! 🙂