WITHOUT ARMOR

You have entered the very
small room that is only me
past the shades that were drawn
and the door that was locked.
You have come all-at-once 
and caught me
playing games.
You see me as I stand before God
made of light
made of hope
capable of withering.
You have brought a gift
and laid it in my hands.
Now I must look at you
with eyes that hide
nothing.

			Lucille Murphy