In the quiet of my heart,
I pause.
The masks I have worn
loosen,
falling into the still air.
Charm drifts.
Beauty fades.
Applause dissolves.
What remains
is the self God has known all along.
I feel the gentle question:
Can this truest face
honor the Maker?
And in the stillness,
I hear the answer:
I am already cherished.
The world spins its web,
pulling me to perform, to please.
I step aside,
breathing into the pause,
and see the divine in the ordinary-
in scars, in quirks,
in shadows and light,
in every hidden corner of being.
To reveal this self
without concealment
is worship.
Each unguarded gesture,
each soft truth,
becomes a vessel
for something greater.
I stand,
still, attentive,
fashioned by God’s hand,
not for admiration,
but for sacredness.
And in this essence,
I am breath.
I am light.
I am enough.
Well said, Curly. I think God is within us and not up in the sky sitting on a throne. Sometimes we need to sit for a while in silence to feel it, and then appreciate it.
Beautifully penned, CG. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian