Sunday, December 16, 2012

everything in pieces


and we gather them

and stitch like mad


and come up

with some new design


as faulty as what's gone before

as rickety as every hope


for a future that is always here

and at some point


in all this scramble

we lose the particular thread


and let the pieces drop

and how they tumble together


is how we'll stumble along...

see you behind some ruin


that must endure by grace of God

because nothing we can imagine


or manage will do us any better

than to acknowledge the parts


that beyond our will make the wholes we endure...



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