Sunday, January 27, 2019


Barren limbs bounce
  against baby blue sky
  pink clouds at day break

January mourning
  roots run deep
  anchoring heart and soul

Remembering time of breaking
  pain splinters and shatters
  all that made human

Hollowed out to the core
  questioning if roots would hold
  deep and sturdy they grasp into earth

Hallowedness runs deep
  slowly grows again
  fractures bound tight

Own the places of choice
  what I believe about me
  how I show up

Painful place of alignment
  fragmented parts rejoined
  congruence bound together

All that’s been broken
  mended and whole
  beautifully restored


For all those who have wrestled in and through brokenness allowing God to re-form and transform you.

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