Rachel Birdsell, A Poem of Where

RACHEL BIRDSELL

When I walk through the garden, I am overwhelmed with nearness and lightness.

So, my heart knows where As I walk with the Father;

But a deceiver came in the night Where no light is found.

He said to me, “Now, I do not know where I am inside my heart.” I run and hide to clothe myself in garments of shame and torment.

The Father walks in the garden and asks, “Where are you?” But my realities of where are stolen.