We’re layered, Lord, before Your face
like bolts of cloth in folds of darker
and of lighter shades.
The sun bright side that people see
and shake their head in wonderment
at the shining, sun-flecked layers,
made of light without a trace of shade.
We’re layered, Lord, before Your face,
in bolts of unseen shadow darkness—
rooms behind the shades.
The inner recesses we see
and breathe quick prayers in earnestment
that no one else would see these folds—
bereft of light and covered up in shade.
We’re layered, Lord; Your sovereign face
has known our every shade— for day
and night are like to You.
You joy our light, You mourn our shade,
and lay us out in faithfulment
that everyone may see the folds,
before Your light, made brighter every day.