i :: You
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i am barren ... You overflow

i hesitate ... You engage doubt

i am defective ... You provide wholeness; three-in-oneness

i turn away ... You persist


my veil lifted


revealing


only...


You

"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."

-Paul's letter to the Ephesians

I'm not sure what this is, really. It may serve as a (brief) forward to a future piece, or may just be some sort of "thinking aloud and writing" deal. Editing at a later time.

God-in-a-box
Jessica A. Marshall

I've been an onlooker all this time, standing alongside those who I do not yet know and staring, just staring, at this man.

From a distance, he's not what you'd expect, but he quickly attracts me. His whole-self is almost too much to take in at once. My heavy heart jumps. His mime-hands float with ease as he traps himself inside an invisible cube, running his broad hands up and down each created wall.

My own hand meets my face and I rest it there. (I shouldn't; my face is finally starting to clear up.)

***

His energy is evident.



My insides ache to draw near to him.



I step closer, looking down at my Nikes and again meeting his eye. It's thrilling, even if for a second.

Enough of this mime-act. Step out of character.

His countenance drops in sync with my nerved stomach. He heard me.

I catch a quick glimpse of his sadness and my tired eyes begin to well up with tears. (Last 'good' cry: 4 months ago.)

My knees fall to the ground with frightening immediacy. It's me, I think. I've been trapping God in this box.