Does he know your dreams?
Does she know where you should be?
Do they know all that you can be?
Contexts of our lives change
Surroundings become unfamiliar
People change or move on or travel
Old diaries becomes stranger’s notes
How we felt and what moved us then becomes a mystery now
And yet choices are still to be made now
Every choice made, seems to make a statement of who you are or who you intend to be
The difficulty about decisions that they so often make a statement if not to the world to yourself of who you are
But what If judgments are wrong or shortsighted
Based on what you know now, that is different than back then, different from what you will know ten years later
Does he know me
Do she know me
Do they know me
Do I know me
Who can tell?
And my only consolation is that he knows me
And their knowledge of me might limit me
My knowledge of me might frame me
Based on the stained glasses they look to me through
Based on respected experience they’ve gone through
Based on my blurred perspective
And what if the road I am taking no one has taken before
Unfamiliar to me and them
Who can tell me where to go or with whom?
Me ? them? Common experience? Common sense?
But his knowledge of me, becomes my refuge
And psalm 139 my daily meditation
His knowledge of me is perfect
His knowledge of me is not stained
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Knowledge that if I could only attain would set me free
Knowledge that is gazing at me with the glasses of perfect love
And perfect love sets free
His knowledge of me sets me free
Knowledge of me does not frame me, but instead takes me to a spacious place
A place of freedom and joy
A place of intimacy instead of plain clarity
So I hide in his knowledge of me
“to be loved is to be known and to be known is to be loved”
And even when its dark around me, darkness is as light to him