Bits and Pieces - "Fragments of Wendy"

 My mom has a collection of paper items that HER mother cut out of newspapers and such. Sometimes my grandmother hand wrote some things, so I'm not sure where she got them. And sometimes my grandmother simply wrote out the words to a hymn and saved them. 

I'm going to share some of that now and again. Here's one for ya! (I don't have any kind of permission to share this. I'm not sure if Ms. Moorhead is still around and I couldn't even tell you what newspaper it was in. I don't want to break any laws, so I will share sparingly.)

FACADE
by Wendy Moorhead

As I look at peoples opaque facades,
I tremble, knowing I reveal a wad
of tangled, sincere emotions.
I try to appear like others and hide
behind a shadow
of cliches, smiles and polite "ha-ha's"
but I yearn to grow
beyond the shallow depths of their "luv"
I yearn, I wish, that I would see
someone who wants transparency,
to show what he feels without wavering.
But I fear it is almost too late for me
because to be transparent is to give to
everyone you see,
to know the assets of "love"
and to be transparent is so very painful,
I'm afraid.

My thoughts: It is painful to be transparent. You become vulnerable and open yourself up to scrutiny by some unkind people. Alas, we aspire to please only the Savior. But it still hurts to be transparent.

Blessings,

Mary