Exposed



Image result for mask pics I have them under cover,
hidden beneath my mask
so no one will notice, no one
will be aware of my blunders.

Yet upon closer inspection
my mistakes become more evident
unravelling the edges, sticking out
for all to see, hard to ignore.

Why do I think I have to hide, or exclude
these scars of my humanity? Do I want
to be like stone, hard and solid?
Or malleable and stretchable, ready

for reshaping and repairing,
each day starting over again to be
more flexible, more permeable?
Yes, Lord, remold my clay again,

make me into a new creation
able to use my wounds, my errors,
to console, to nourish, to serve
those who are struggling too.

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