unfold. unmake. undone.

“I want to unfold. Let nothing in me hold itself closed. For where I am closed, I am false. I want to be clear in your sight.” – Rilke

with His breath in my lungs, I am coming undone.

this is where I need to unfold: in the deepest parts of me. in my heart + soul + spirit. in my mind and strength and lungs. in all the doors I slam shut and bar closed.

in all of me. in the painful. in the ugly. in the bruised. in the ashamed. in the prideful. in the sinful.

this is where I want to unfold – to open up – to reveal. to be revealed.

to let His breath down deep into my lungs. filling up my limbs. flinging doors wide. unmaking, remaking.

Abba, I will unfold the ugly to Your redeeming grace. and trust that in its place you will cause beauty to unfold, blossoming in those dark-deep parts of me.

flowers from dust.

in my heart + soul + spirit.

in my sinful. shameful. prideful.

(can this be? ashes to beauty? this, what a miracle.)

and I will be clear in Your sight.

His breath. my lungs. oh, I am coming undone.

 

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this was written from a prompt in Story Sessions. lyric from the David Crowder Band song, You Are My Joy.

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