Me without make up
Me under stress
Me with contempt in my voice over selfish mothers
Me being just as selfish that same night
Imperfections, that is what bareness reveals
No more than imperfections: rawness
Rawness like a bloody carcass dripping out red on a butcher's hook
It aint pretty
But its real
It's what lies beneath that 30 dollar steak you order at a table cloth restaurant
It's what lies beneath me under my make up under my trying harder, and working, working, working
But after I shake my head, sometimes deflated, sometimes horrified
I breathe, I see, I acknowledge: its all redeemable
Tried with fire
The burnt offering
The blood that atones
Because at His most bare He is good, He is beautiful,
"Taste and see that He is good" says The Book
The same lesson:
over and over and over and over
Its not about me.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo Bakers blog for another brave 5 minute friday.
Which, each and every friday has a different word prompt to delve into fingers first.