“How do you know anything about me?” Nathaniel
“I saw you…” Jesus
though I sit and rock in the dark
find a hidden crevice to crouch in
hide behind some forgotten door
closet my essence
though I veil my head and face,
escape within my own mind,
blend with the woodwork
His light reveals who I am—
from the inside out.
He sees His creation,
the formation of His hands.
He sees— me.
c. Darlene Moore Berg