this unbarring of my soul that’s called poetry Is a stripping off of my clothes and showing you the hidden parts of me and I want you to see me I want you to see me and all my scars and all my stretch marks I want you to see my anger and my pain I want you to see my weakness and my sin I want you to see my joy Because in the end it all points back to Him and that is the most beautiful thought Most beautiful thought
When the cold seeps through your skin, thinking how many times you've walked here alone when you might have been lying in the arms of lovers, warm and comforting, don't sit there shivering. You weren't meant for those chains.
You were meant to rise on cool mornings and swim in deep, clear ponds, to walk along mountains and stand at the edges of cliffs, to gaze at stars -- drawing strength from their fiery motion.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_015_kathy.MP3 . This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )