“The Shack”

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Quilted

cardinalThere is a piece of my heart somewhere in this

A peace I may share freely and not miss

There was a stroke

Which stole my voice for a time

Terrified and unable to speak

Much less rhyme

Yet something within

awakened in me

and spoke

There was a shaking that crept

Into my bed ere’ I slept

A chill from head to toe

That assailed suddenly

Passed through…

From whence it came

Where it went

To this day

I do not know

There is a wonder to be found

Even while dumb-found

The delectable anticipation in a moment of clarity sublime

So well worth the confusion…

Upon which I have learned to rely

Counted upon, taken into account

So very profound

Who knew there could really be,

eyes in steel?

Strength in frailty?

Broken and broken,

Together finding glue?

Forming bonds…

Learning of disciplines in Love

All in adherence to You

And though this life may break us all

Again and again…

Bones once broken knit stronger

When we mend

Pieces of hearts seeking

Some still searching

Some finding

Strands of Your Love

Intertwining

In all of this mess we are all in together

We still seek after miracles

Search for signs

Can easily overlook

Being held steady

As trembling hands impossibly thread needles

By a hand that reveals

There is a piece of my heart somewhere in this patchwork of Yours

That was once torn

And now…

Seamless and beautiful.

Maestro

There is an undeniable nerves grating cacophonous disharmony while each individual member of an orchestra are fine tuning instruments in their respective disciplines all at once. Indeed an assault on the senses! Ah…but when the “Maestro” steps up to lead it is a well orchestrated symphony!

But oh, how The Father can take all of our diverse uniqueness, our very weaknesses and brokenness, fine tune us to play a significant role in His plan and purpose by His Will alone…in a symphony Divine!

The Composer near…very near.

Playing the tiniest violin
when faces turn and laughter abounds
A sad little tune as people point fingers
And scoff at the minute whine
But this song is not for them
It’s a Calvary song
See surprised and blank stares
Mouths agape
The band leader is here
And brought the trumpets
And drums with Him
Mighty is the sound
It shakes the very foundation
Feet rest upon
The woodwinds blow down
Trees rooted in the cold dark ground
The strings stroked by bows
Snap off puppets as they topple
Into the open earth
Returned to their master
Oh yes, the world’s tiniest violin
Only for a composer’s ear