Hello everyone,
I’ve been thinking a lot about vulnerability as a human being. We all are full of sin. We all hunger for more and more. We all wish for things. But we tend to feel the more we hide and the more mysterious we become the better we are.
In all my nerdiness, this reminds me of Batman. He is such an iconic and wonderful superhero. He is a symbol of dedication and strength. But he also is mysterious and mystifying. When we see Batman live as Bruce Wayne, we find a man haunted by the murder of his parents, rich in posessions but poor in connection, and keeping up a facade so Gotham doesn’t see who he is. In all his likability, the character is just as broken and just as distant as we can be.
What is the point of relationships if we never want anyone to see the innermost parts of us? What is the point of love if all we ever share is our schedule and events?
I wrote this poem below sometime in 2020 and I came across here in January 2021. I had completely forgotten about it. As I am trying to lay down by defenses and take steps toward vulnerability, this poem surfaced again when I needed it.
I mostly would not share a poem like this with you all, but I want you all to see that it is okay to open up, cry, and be who you are with people you love.
I am a sinner saved by grace and overwhelming love who knows Jesus wants us to come to him wholeheartedly.
Walls Broken and Built
Jesus be a fence all around me
That old hymn feels like a battle cry
A longing for protection
A hunger for security
I have cried
Those words in my own way
Some form of
Wakandan walls
Supernatural guards
A promise we can trust
I lean on this hope
For dear life
Turning thoughts in my mind
As I desperately try
To release my anxiety
To oblivion
It is no good because my brain
Remembers everything
Not that I want to
But you know
Things that matter
Have sticky consistency
When your soul cries until it is hoarse
Yes, your soul can be hoarse
When you are being chipped away
Jesus be a fence all around me
Is the only words left
No answers, no decisions
Just the gut wrenching cry for help
For white picket walls
To save the day
Song referenced in poem: Listen here
~ Kenedy M.
A Happy Landing 