carver
July 30, 2018
the last time
You took a knife to me
i hurt and bled and
lost much of me
You took from me and broke me
but
i became just a little more lovely,
a little more like You,
a little more fit for Your plans.
i was but a lump of clay
content in its natural shape
but You hollowed me out,
to be filled with light
and You faithfully did
which is my only solace
as I watch you take up
Your blade again,
as I watch you cut
as I watch my own pieces
drop down to the floor
with each one, i ask more desperately
that i’d trust You to carve
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