I wear my heart on my sleeve and (so I’ve been told) on my face too.
Sometimes our emotions are plain to see.
Or we may become expert at keeping them hidden.
Fearing exposure. Vulnerability. Guilt. Ridicule. Shame.
No matter how guarded we think we may be, God sees our hearts.
And that’s a good thing.
He alone can perform heart surgery on damaged, wounded emotions.
He alone has power to transform and restore.
His grace and mercy are new every morning.
His love is totally unconditional. Endless. Unlimited. Complete.
Our own loved ones can know us pretty well.
Though maybe only to the extent to which we reveal ourselves to them.
Much can be concealed.
The poem below speaks of knowing and not knowing.
It amazed me to discover
you didn’t know the colour,
while I could relate
every shade and hue
in friends and family.
Yet you have viewed
things very differently,
observing every nuance
of emotion as they
appear and dance
with great variety.
For though you may not
easily notice colours
that I can see,
you never miss a chance
to catch the whole
range of feelings
that are there for me
in the windows
of my soul
Day 20 – 31 days of #poetryforthesoul