(I apologize for being so verbose; this was written in a late night, sleepy state.)
some thoughts that resemble poetry..
I am a tattered and torn person in the process of becoming
Who it is I am meant to be
Into the image of the one I long to see
Transforming and changing
If only I was cleanly cut with no jagged edges
Made to fit perfectly so,
Here and there.
Into the dreams I’ve so carefully drafted
Through the paths I’ve chosen
and will find again in pages unwritten
I’ve learned that the pieces don’t always fit just so
I’ve learned by going where he leads
and learning to let go
Must I still be learning?
I’m in love with our world.
That hurts and breaks
And in my hands I feel the warmth
When I hold them up to the wounds
In our world that is fallen and broken and crying out for hope
Daily I see pieces of a flawed and imperfect humanity
Yearning for redemption
Aching for heaven’s waters to spill over the earth and wash it clean
Yet, in the midst of a scarred world,
I can’t help but find myself in awed moments
Grateful for heartache,
That echoes within
And calls out to others
in a melody
that we all know
I am astounded by the immense weight of hope in the midst of suffering
In spite of dire odds and circumstance
We remain a people
Clinging to slivers of hope
And remaining faithful
As we lean a little more into
the next page
and into a love that is with us
until the end of the age.