Flimsy
III. Flimsy
Suddenly—
the scramble begins.
Fear takes over.
Shame consumes them.
Now their own skin feels like a problem.
Now the garden feels too exposed.
Now the first instinct is not worship,
but hiding.
In shame—
poor sinners,
blinded and broken,
they grasp for a fix.
They gather leaves.
They stitch fast.
They pull on something rough,
prickly,
scratchy,
thin.
And there it is:
humanity’s first self-salvation project.
In God’s light
they behold their darkness.
Under his holiness
they feel their corruption.
They are weary,
heavy laden,
bruised and broken by the fall.
And yet still trying
to build a hiding place
with leaves.
But leaves cannot silence guilt.
Leaves cannot cleanse shame.
Leaves cannot heal what sin has torn.
Leaves can cover the skin,
but not the conscience.
Because there is no hiding place
from guilt and shame
that sinners can appropriately create for themselves.
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