I part the brambles, step within –
I seek a deeper honesty –
the portals that it opens
makes it worth the search,
for here a fuller life
is promised me

The small excuse, the better sounding story,
I turn these over, see what’s underneath  –
a fear of being judged, perhaps,
or that my truest self
would not be fit to be more fully seen

Or that the short cuts I have taken,
ways I’ve failed to see another fairly,
were best for me to hide,
(and mostly from myself)
could be concealed, so I’d be let off easy

My honesty will help these flaws in thought to pass away,
and let the skill of my Creator
have the final say.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2021