We’ve worn armor for sixteen centuries,
no, sixteen billion light years,
helmets and chain mail,
silver combat suits gleaming to protect us
from the “other”.
Look at the armor we wear daily,
protecting us from our “self”.
Daily we grab our armor, our email,
telephone, TV, book, cuppa coffee, glass of wine,
cigarette, makeup, movies, sugared donut,
oh you name your armor,
we all have them piled up in the refrigerator or
under the TV.
Today won’t we take off everything, simply everything,
that covers us up and find out
who we are beneath protective gear,
behind endless trips to the computer
“just to see”?
Who are we when we stand defenseless
without reaching out to fill the inner ache
with outside distractions?
Are you ready to find out?
Is it time to take off your armor,
lay down protective gear
and meet this moment naked and raw