Nakedness. The way it was in the garden.
loving Father, take me back.
I only wanted to be more like You, truly, I did!
The serpent promised knowledge Lord
but I didn’t know it would look like this.
and I understand you kicking me out, hell, I would too.
what doesn’t make sense You ask?
I’ll tell You.
You made me clothes.
I did the one thing You told me not to,
yet You clothe me.
oh what I would give to slip into unknowing again
but I’m afraid to be naked.
I’m afraid to be the way You intended me to be.
So I dress up.
I know how to clothe myself now.
And there’s that damn word again.
‘i know’
but Lord, I don’t.
