holy broken

Heather T

there is an enemy that prowls

 

he is not in the beggings

of broken wandering

but meets ruin there

in child's puddled tears

face to ground

as hand gropes for garment's hem

where One is always near

to shattering

 

oh accuser

 

a daughter limps beside Him

where wild flowered love

responds to heart undone

your undoing

His creation fractured

warmed in binding balm

unplucked in grip of palm

light in darkness scattering

 

flee

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2017 16:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    Exquisite writing, again, conjuring up all these incredible images. Thank you for sharing.

    • Heather T

      Good to see you here, Fred. Thanks so much.

    • Renzi

      H T. I've said it before and i'll say it again but your writing really does get my imagination wandering gloriously. You should write a whole book. 💓🙌

      • Heather T

        I missed you, Renzi, sorry! I always love your visits. Thank you much.



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