Matrix Moments

When life is routine
Same old-school,
Busy strangles time
to thin strips of meaning,
Connections of place and people
emaciated to shallow smiles;
Hiding realities and struggles,
and when I spend time
with my God
I bring
bubbles and candyfloss,
Lies and platitudes,
Small bits of me,
A house of hidden nothing
dressed as a fashion runway.

Can I step back?
Can I kneel and wait?
Can I stop to be me?
What do I fear?

Can I hear?
the call to confess
Bring you the real,
In your truth
agree with you
that I am wrong,
Bring you the sin,
that you desire to wrap
in flowing forgiveness arms,
To pure cleanse,
Infusing love that I cannot
be separated from.

The paradox!
In confession to you
In giving self to you
I am freed
soul and mind.

Free and forgiven
by my King and Saviour!