To Secret Away

Ecclesiastes 12:13-14

13. Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.

14. For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

With every secret thing, a stone I drag over,

I pile the walls of my fortress, I isolate myself, alone. 

I will not let others in, I will not let them know me.

And as for the One who knows all...

with every secret thing, I distance myself from Reality,

as though Truth isn't truth,

as though Infinity doesn't reach within my heart,

as though Eternity won't outlive my mind,

as though I am my own creation, alone

in a battlefield where I must always defend

myself and rearrange others to fit my liking,

manipulating through pretense,

hiding behind my lies.  Oblivious

to the Presence ever present gently wrapped about my shoulders,

holding me up,

holding me close,

keeping me in existence

with the constant, Loving Gaze.  And I look away --

as if there were an away,

as if there were a me without God,

trying to make myself a little kingdom with finite, piled walls,

clutching at the secrets and losing

the Sacred.