For 40 years, God, I've been folded into this world and
This world, folded into me. Enmeshed. Bent. Creased.
This world, like an origami master, has rubbed its
Fingers along my edges, and striven to shape and
Make me in its image. The world has taken its
Hands and, at once, pressed down on me and
Folded me, like a paper crane. It has sought to
Give me wings, wings of paper. And, so, when it
Rains, when it pours, when I'm soaked, I sink. I
Crash. I fold in on myself. I fold into the world
Again. I sit in sin's puddle, crumpled up, soaked.
Folded. But my prayer today, God, is that you would
Unfold me. Uncrumple me. Raise me from the
Puddle. And give me new wings, not to fly by, but to
Dwell in. Allow me, O God, to dwell in the
Shadow of your wings. May your wings be my
Refuge. My fortress. May I sing soaked
Hallelujahs from beneath your wings as you
Unfold me, O God, and remake me in your
Image and likeness, in the shape of you. Amen.