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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