Relationships are beautiful, messy, exhilarating and sometimes really difficult. I wrote this poem during a particularly difficult time in a relationship. I’m sure we all can relate.
Here we are stripped to our senses
waiting for you to attack my defenses.
We can’t confess our love
’cause we won’t confess our sin;
our hearts so full of judgement
that Jesus can’t get in.
Our nakedness, so carefully kept;
our souls are so well hidden;
Christ waits for us to take a step; so He can do our bidding.
But we enthrone our fleshy lusts,
our rights, our hurts, our needs.
We draw our swords.
We take a stance.
And start to plant our seeds.
Then we race through each others gardens
and point out all the weeds.
We crush the buds not fully formed
blinded by our needs.
If only we could see that in doing this
it’s the beauty that recedes.