To Sit

I want to share with you the truth,
but you would not be changed.
To lead you behind the curtain,
but the view would not free you
to cease your brokenness.
I want to gather you as a hen gathers her chicks,
but you would have none of it.

I want to tell you again of my desire,
but you would not be changed.
To show you that which I am teaching you,
but you would not be taught.

Oh, the changing comes. Yea, it comes. But not with force.
At least, not with mine.
Yes, the changing comes, and force it requires.
But not mine.

The force of bending, the force of admission,
the force of acceptance, and acknowledgement.

For I have shown you, dear one.
My truth stands not silently by, but sits.
My curtain has been pulled back, divided.
You have been healed, and gathered.
Even as you lay fallen from heights inexorable
you have been collected and healed, and made new. Get up.

No, love no longer stands, but sits with truth
and smiles kindly, deliberately, and says
I am revealed, my love,
with truth and I am deliberate,
to reveal in you that which has been done in me,
and then what is being done in you, in time.

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Merry Christmas, everyone. Thank you, to my family who love and provide more than I knew I wanted or needed, to my friends who have encouraged me in Christ's work within me, to my God who is patient, so unrelentingly patient.

If you know anyone who would like to teach me woodturning, let me know. I'd like to make a cup.