Pieces of me break off
and drop on the page
one
by
one.

Jesus, can You
use my broken pieces?
I want to embrace the breaking,
the piece by piece chiseling,
though the pounding hurts.

Will I be there
at the end of me?
Will piece upon piece
be whittled away
so I’m no longer the me I knew?

And what of the page?
Of my heart breaking into text?
Take my broken pieces
and build Your story,
not mine.

Selah.

Pieces of You break off
And drop into my soul
one
by
infinity.