My Shadow

This shadow that I see with my back turned to the sun. He represents me without fault and does not show my thinning hair or blemish on my skin that's there, or any hidden thing, or any other secret thing that's hiding deep within. My shadow is the perfect mimic, knowing what it means to show the one who'd rather not be seen, who knows the look of squeaky clean, and how to represent his Christ in just the way his Christ would like. A disguising life, a respected man of God, and wife. And while my back is turned my back is burned by scorching sun 'til midday cast will mean my shadow's fast retreat, until my shadow's last deceit, until my shadow's full defeat, and I and it are one. And so I turn my face, I turn to face the Son, a work of grace that won't relent 'til darkest shadow fades and softens in that light of grace, that grace now long begun, revealing not the dark within, but beloved all along.