…You’ve gathered all these broken pieces
…………and taken them out of my hands, out of my reach.
………………….I could put them back together
…………………………….and be ok.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
But \ it \\ is / not for \ me //to \ say \ when this
healing / will / be \\done, \ all / these // pieces a cup of beauty
of \\\shattered / earthen // ware // unscattered and joy, cracks
and// my / purpose \ returned \ to \ me. \ I am…and all.
more \ when \ You / put \ me \ back / together,
rebuilding /me \into \an /altogether \new \thing,
.
“God of the break and shatter\\ Hearts in every form still matter.” -Jars of Clay