Monday, October 28, 2013

Worth It

Scattered across the dusty ground,
Scorched in places, torn apart, ribs
Bleached in the merciless sunlight,
Pieces here and there in decay.
Wheeling in the sky lazily,
Vultures calling for my flesh;
Eye sockets fixed upon a point,
For dry bones can not move.
There’s my hand, over there,
And one foot, mangled beyond
Hope of reconnection; I’m done.

Gentle footsteps in the sand
Towards my wreckage, eyes wet
With tears so compassionate;
He stands over me silently.
Then, after gathering the pieces,
He sat and began to reassemble.
How he saw worth, I do not
Know, but he took precious time,
With care so unprecedented
Until broken was made whole.
“You are worth it.” He
Said as I stood up in awe.
“Now follow me, hear my

Words, and live out your life.”

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