“It is here in the pieces of my shame that I find myself.” Poet Rainer Maria Rilke
Strewn about within the confines of the mind
These pieces of shame.
Bits of unlovable, not enough, could’ve been, disconnected, less than, shards cut the heart…
weigh down the joy-filled dance.
Bending down low to uproot…bit by bit…like a child collecting stones that block the stream’s flow.
Lifted up in offering to He who is the Offering.
The mess of me becomes the beauty of us…
Heart to heart intertwined,
Brokenness made whole.
In the pieces of my shame I discover…He who is Love.
And the mess of me becomes the beauty of us…
Heart to heart intertwined.
“He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Mt 18:2-3