I made a fort
under the kitchen table
with blankets clothes-pinned shut,
fenced in by upended chairs & couch cushions.
I hid inside my childlike fort and announced,
“You can’t get me in here!
You can’t see me!”
But You
righted the chairs
and folded away the blankets,
saying, “Let’s set the table for dinner
so that we can be together,
without hiding.
Look around: My house
is even bigger than your table fort.
You’re welcome to make this house your shelter,
lie low here when you need to,
just know that
you don’t need to shy away
from Me — no matter what else
you’re hiding from. Let’s keep this table
open and honest, a safe place within My house,
a place without covers or fences
or souls locked tight with
clothes pins.
Put away the camouflage
of your fort. I am your hiding place.”
Very, very cool. I have been writting letters to God for a long time. Thank you for this.
In His Service and Yours
Mona Langmaack
http://monasmondaymusings.wordpress.com
Thank you for introducing yourself, Mona, and for taking a moment to respond!
Hiding under the blankets, wrapped in the warm darkness, wanting to be rescued.
Hiding in the wildness of the ‘top garden’, immersed in let’s-pretend;
Hiding in the library books, as worlds and adventures unfold.
What makes a hiding place a transforming place of discovery? Who will birth me out of hiding into facing the dawning day? Who will help me let go my fear and come back to my true self?
Mothering God, you name me, you enfold me and you let me go this day.
Brother Jesus, tell me the story that reveals the hidden word of life.
Nurturing Spirit, send me out with an open loving heart hidden within me.
Echoing your question — “What makes a hiding place a transforming place?” — and adding my “Amen!” Powerful prayer.