Shattered

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Shattered, skin begins to peel,

Fractured, neurons fail to feel;

Fragments blister, lose their grip,

Smithereens abandon ship.

Underneath, as  damage heals,

skin is soft, and raw, and real;

Tree lets go of what was dead

to grow in grace and truth instead.

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Put Me Back Together

Image courtesy of El Bueno, El Feo y El Malo

Created in Your image,

yet torn am I.

Fragile fragments, whisper-thin shadings

delineate my frame,

a dress-maker’s form

bereft of substance and style.

You alone know the hidden places

where the bits of me lie;

put me back together,

render Your fingerprint

in high relief on each segmented scrap.

When Your signature

sews me shut,

stops the gaps,

the Masterpiece of me

will glow with Your glory.

Put me back together,

make mine a heart undivided and whole,

that I might parade Your Power

from bill-board heights.