An Unfolding Soul


An Unfolding Soul

Let me out of this fishing line tangle,

Of this knotted gut,

And this un-ironed selfishness which caused me to become this ball of paper;

Now both fragile and tense,

I curl up in my own self-interest.

So, let me unfold.


One corner at a time,

Stretching the scrunched up parts until all creases are smooth,

Revealing the parts of me which have become concealed to others,

Even myself.


Let me be open once more,

Willing to written on,


Directed without agenda.


And see the face of God once more,

Merely by unfolding my resistance.

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