Forgive me
for forgetting
to turn to You.

For wanting to escape
into the darkness
and hide.


I have been reminded
that you hold all things.

That the warm darkness
is of You.

Like a womb,
warm and dark.
A place I can simply be
until I am ready
to emerge into the light.


And so
I turn to you,
to your warm
all-encompassing arms,
large enough to block the light,
and fully contain me
while I hide.

I hide in Your arms.