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Showing posts with label LOVE. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 16, 2014
He First Loved Us, Tim Knipp, 2/16/14
Dreaded emotions:
shame & grief,
dogging
our shadows -
elongating and twisting them
into
monsters under the bed:
Invisible friends laugh
as I tumble
downstairs.
Stern adults line themselves
before a fireplace
united in
condemnation
of my childish sin.
Love equals undeserved affection.
Not that we loved Him,
but He loved
and sought us,
flawed and prickly as we are.
Battered and bruised,
I fought You and fight You still.
Yet, You love.
You break my walls
though I build them again
and again.
I am lovely
because You love
my broken arm and faded eyes.
Perfect love casts out rejection
(or the fear thereof).
Though He slay me,
yet will I stand,
naked
and broken
but lovely in His eyes.
Self-loathing leers
from the mirrors in others' eyes.
To stand,
revealed in the spotlight
terrifies,
So subterfuge and camouflage
are daily donned.
Always on alert,
only safe when alone.
Then the armor falls
and loneliness descends
so I fall into the arms
of my false lover
(food, alcohol, fill-in the blank)
who batters me.
I cover,
fear discovery
and flee -
running ragged
in the vicious
shame-fear cycle.
Down the rabbit-hole,
where distortion
boggles perception,
I fall.
The broken leading
the broken
in the dark.
You wait
in the dark,
for me to
recognize
Your face.
1 John 4:7-21
Ch. 6 of Emotionally Healthy Spirituality
shame & grief,
dogging
our shadows -
elongating and twisting them
into
monsters under the bed:
Invisible friends laugh
as I tumble
downstairs.
Stern adults line themselves
before a fireplace
united in
condemnation
of my childish sin.
Love equals undeserved affection.
Not that we loved Him,
but He loved
and sought us,
flawed and prickly as we are.
Battered and bruised,
I fought You and fight You still.
Yet, You love.
You break my walls
though I build them again
and again.
I am lovely
because You love
my broken arm and faded eyes.
Perfect love casts out rejection
(or the fear thereof).
Though He slay me,
yet will I stand,
naked
and broken
but lovely in His eyes.
Self-loathing leers
from the mirrors in others' eyes.
To stand,
revealed in the spotlight
terrifies,
So subterfuge and camouflage
are daily donned.
Always on alert,
only safe when alone.
Then the armor falls
and loneliness descends
so I fall into the arms
of my false lover
(food, alcohol, fill-in the blank)
who batters me.
I cover,
fear discovery
and flee -
running ragged
in the vicious
shame-fear cycle.
Down the rabbit-hole,
where distortion
boggles perception,
I fall.
The broken leading
the broken
in the dark.
You wait
in the dark,
for me to
recognize
Your face.
1 John 4:7-21
Ch. 6 of Emotionally Healthy Spirituality
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