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Why are You hidden?
I know You do not hide
For the reasons
I hide:
 Shame,
   Pride,
     Brokenness,
       Sin.

Are You hiding, God?
I’m not the first to ask.
You give me words and pages and books,
Asking and answering and asking again.
They never put it all to rest.
I probably won’t either.

Maybe You hide to make me search,
To know what Your heart is like,
Even as You have searched for me
(and will again, no doubt).

Maybe You hide so I’ll find You
Where I didn’t expect,
But where You’ve always been
(in a leaf, a sky, a face).

Maybe You hide to surprise me,
Stopping my heart to remind me I’m alive,
Scaring me sometimes
(but later I laugh, most of the time).

And maybe, just maybe,
You aren’t hiding
I am.

Comments

wow yet again!
This one is old, from my brief stint in seminary, but it speaks to my life today in some ways, so I decided to post it anyway. Thank you.
I thought you said you wrote *bad* poetry!