Thursday, February 28, 2013
In the beginning was the fall-
the split of wood, the sever.
Together, we screamed and covered
our bodies with hair and leaves
and hid from the explosive steps of God.
We are now a puzzle-
the pieces which He chisels and saws.
As a worn out creation, we raise
our hands to protest the pain
and hear the roar,
"This makes you whole".
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i love re-reading everything i have seen before - and finding newer posts like this that remind me how in-depth, into my own heart, your written words speak.
i am fondly remembering our times in PI together. xox
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