Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.-
A sample of a poem by Stanley Kunitz called Layers
The weight of the world sometimes feels like it rests on my shoulders. The continually need to block off the emotional heaviness of others, as I try to break through the layers of blockage that has them depressed or suppressed. I’m perpetually overwhelmed by my need to comfort others, while trying to elevate my own self-esteem, and to tear down any dimensional rift that may cause me to retreat into desirable isolation. I came home today and I thought about layers.
As I thought about layers, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and I started to remove layers of clothing. Starting with my shirt, I lifted it over my head and found a layer of protection has left me. I could breathe a little easier. I took of my pants and they fell to the floor. I felt the coolness of freedom and as that layer of clothing no longer clung to me I inhaled freedom. The layers started to consume me and call me back to the pains of today, but I didn’t stop. I took off my shoes and my socks; feet free, free to dance, free to prance, free to breathe. I took a breath and I was beginning to feel lighter. I rushed to my closet and I grabbed the clippers; I ran to the dresser and I grabbed my facial cleansers. I ran to the bathroom and I prepared to remove more layers. I came home today and I thought about layers.
I washed the layers of oil and dirt off my face. My pores opened up and they began to sing of all the dirt and smog that has asphyxiated me all day. I scrubbed at the layer of blemishes that poisoned my face and bruised my esteem, I laughed and I let that layer go. I shaved my face and as the layers of hair fell to the sink I felt different. The layers were nothing to me, but forgotten hurt and pain. The hair on my face soaked up the tears; to love and to lose, to love and to never gain, to love and be loved back. I wanted a layer of love to surround me. I went home today and I thought about layers.
I removed the last bit of clothing and I was layer free and exposed. I turned on my music and the shower. I begin to let the steam of the water hit my bare skin and I felt free. I washed and I thought about the layers of sin that has consumed my flesh. Oh how I wish you could wash the layers of sin off as you cleanse the layers of dirt and dead skin off of you. I was grateful that God can see past the layer of flesh and sin and He sees me for who I am. He loves me because I am covered in layers of his son’s love and forgiveness.
I went home and I thought about layers.
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.-
A sample of a poem by Stanley Kunitz called Layers
The weight of the world sometimes feels like it rests on my shoulders. The continually need to block off the emotional heaviness of others, as I try to break through the layers of blockage that has them depressed or suppressed. I’m perpetually overwhelmed by my need to comfort others, while trying to elevate my own self-esteem, and to tear down any dimensional rift that may cause me to retreat into desirable isolation. I came home today and I thought about layers.
As I thought about layers, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and I started to remove layers of clothing. Starting with my shirt, I lifted it over my head and found a layer of protection has left me. I could breathe a little easier. I took of my pants and they fell to the floor. I felt the coolness of freedom and as that layer of clothing no longer clung to me I inhaled freedom. The layers started to consume me and call me back to the pains of today, but I didn’t stop. I took off my shoes and my socks; feet free, free to dance, free to prance, free to breathe. I took a breath and I was beginning to feel lighter. I rushed to my closet and I grabbed the clippers; I ran to the dresser and I grabbed my facial cleansers. I ran to the bathroom and I prepared to remove more layers. I came home today and I thought about layers.
I washed the layers of oil and dirt off my face. My pores opened up and they began to sing of all the dirt and smog that has asphyxiated me all day. I scrubbed at the layer of blemishes that poisoned my face and bruised my esteem, I laughed and I let that layer go. I shaved my face and as the layers of hair fell to the sink I felt different. The layers were nothing to me, but forgotten hurt and pain. The hair on my face soaked up the tears; to love and to lose, to love and to never gain, to love and be loved back. I wanted a layer of love to surround me. I went home today and I thought about layers.
I removed the last bit of clothing and I was layer free and exposed. I turned on my music and the shower. I begin to let the steam of the water hit my bare skin and I felt free. I washed and I thought about the layers of sin that has consumed my flesh. Oh how I wish you could wash the layers of sin off as you cleanse the layers of dirt and dead skin off of you. I was grateful that God can see past the layer of flesh and sin and He sees me for who I am. He loves me because I am covered in layers of his son’s love and forgiveness.
I went home and I thought about layers.
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