Bringing Confession Home
My life is displayed when You drop by:
our shoes piled haphazard at the door, kids’ toys
and clothes on the floor, the paper unread but
spread across the coffee table, the shelves teem with debris,
and countertops covered with dishes—my sink overflows.
We are past pretense, You and I;
You know who I am, not what I pretend.
My detritus divulges an inner chaos—
a cluttered heart, a spirit stifled by stuff.
Gather these fragments and see
all I love and I long to be.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit in me.
So when You come to my door and knock
I may welcome You in without shame.
*Dirty dish picture from Wikimedia Commons: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2a/Dirty_dishes.jpg