On Being Known
You have searched me, and you know me… You understand my thoughts from far away… Before a word is on my tongue, you know it… You have encircled me; You have placed Your hand on me. This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me; I am unable to reach it.… when I wake up, I am still with You. (Psalm 139)
I see you, perceive your details, read your eyes like a poem.
When you speak, I gather up the subtext sprinkled between your words.
When you are silent, I can still hear you.
When you are speechless, I can speak for you.
And I remember everything you say.
I study you like a treasure map and devote myself to deciphering your mysteries. Because you are mysterious to me.
When we talk, I like you to speak first.
I want to hear your thoughts.
I am happy to share myself, but happier still to listen.
To give you the release of self-expression.
Then, when I add my words to yours, we make conversation, just like making love.
I want to take charge, make the plans, arrange the details, to prepare things perfectly for you and then to bring you in.
I want to be strong for you, wrap my hardness around your softness, and squeeze.
You are safe with me.
Sigh out your fears; I’ve got you.
I am fierce for you.
Your passion for me feeds mine for you, and vice versa.
There is power and energy, but also rest.
Possibility hovers around our stillness like static.
It can ignite, but also just be.
You don’t need to hide from me – not your vices, your sins, or your scars.
I am not afraid to know all of you.
You are not too much for me.
I will keep you like a secret and never send you away.