She is not unique;
no, she lies in a vast burial ground,
one soul among the masses.
Hers is the road of the Discarded,
the Utterly Forsaken.
When honour abdicates
and love is renounced,
something has to give;
so here she lies,
expelled for the sake of the fresh-faced and lithe-limbed,
scrapped like defunct government programming,
tossed overboard in a game of chess
where she is Queen no more.
Who will pick up the pieces
in a world where
love lies littered,
where souls lie
Love this Melody…so grateful to the One who picked up the pieces of what seemed like a discarded and unwanted life. Christ in Me…its all about How He sees me and how He pulls me out the pile of painful situations in life and gives new life again….metamorphosis…Thanks for sharing dear cyber friend and sister!
Aw, thanks so much for your cheerful presence here, Glenda! Always great to ‘see’ you! 🙂
Wow, heavy little sermon-ette here, Sister. I am so glad we both know the ONE who does pick up the pieces–God bless you abundantly. love, Caddo
Indeed! Preaching to the choir!
Sometimes the “choir” needs it more than the rest!
🙂 They at least get a good dose for the week, sitting in front!
Amen–and I get so torqued when somebody steals my front row seat! (Sounds like I need more grace, eh?)
Your humanity is so refreshing, my dear. May grace rain on us all! 🙂
You’re at it again, offering great analogies!
What a heart’s cry . .. a prayer to take to Him. Thank you Melody. . ..and the photo was terrific!
God is even in charge of the discarded! I love this and the silent message scream out to me! Thank you Melody for this beautiful message…
Thank you Seyi! 🙂