‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.
You did not ask me why, because You knew.
The times before when I did not hide; I was so exposed the
people laughed; or did not understand or said they understood, but they did not
really see me.
‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.
You did not ask me why, because You knew.
That they had written You, made You in their own image. God
in pursuit, to be feared, as one who eats even the smallest humans for
breakfast as a snack or because of their ‘sin’.
‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.
You did not ask me why, because You knew.
The vulnerability of lowering one’s guard when what is on
the other side is unknown. It could be love, or it could be knives… and all
that they would say to You in reply is, ‘am I my sister’s keeper?’
‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.
You did not ask me why, because You knew.
Instead, You asked me how? How I knew that nakedness was
risky? You invited me to speak with You.
And You… You did not leave me exposed. But me You clothed.
And said there is no shame in meeting me, naked, vulnerable, alone.
There is no fear in Love.
