Oh, sacred and pierced One, I hide behind the sweeping skirts of Your redemption,
a frightened, naked child with an empty heart.
I hide behind the swirling folds of Your love,
folds that catch me and my emptiness up in the dance,
freeing me from dominating fear,
fear that has chased me all my life.
I speak from behind the shining robes of Your wonder—
they cover me from accusation.
My “well-done, good and faithful” is heard, but only in muffled tones
as I bury my face in You.