room of my life

The room of my life is dirty and dark. I call on God to clean. He has the special cleaning method, the only one that works. I know what needs to go, what needs to be washed. But I don't want to see it all at once, show it all. Don't NEED to see it all. First things first, right. God will clean it ALL, He says. But this doesn't need cleaning, does it? Or that? I only used it once... The cleaner it gets the cleaner I want it to be. What I thought needed to remain, no longer does. What looked clean is now seen dirty. As the debris is swept away, the blinds are opened and the light reveals the mess I've made.