What if …
I sip peace like water throughout the day
to stay ‘hydrated’?
I weave transformation
thread by thread?
Your love penetrates me like dye
into virgin cloth?
I move a mountain (of insecurity, wrong thinking…)
pebble by pebble
until all that remains is a garden valley?
What if …
I hang my public persona
on a hook by your door whenever I visit?
We are real with each other,
masks off, insides visible
without apology?
We speak truth to one another
without fear of its reception?
We receive truth from one another
with grace and gratitude?
What if … ?
What if … ?
I trust Your Word
to be as true as it actually is?
I release my hold on
worry
fear
ambition
pride …
finger by finger
until all is gone?
Then …
Oh, then …
I will walk in freedom
I will rest and revel in peace
I will be increasingly like You
sip by sip
thread by thread
pebble by pebble.
What if indeed!
