I looked down and saw myself
as I truly am.
Not faux, nor finished, nor heirloom
though I’d have everyone pretend.
I am someone whos quite small-minded
with a tongue like a dagger and heart of stone.
My legs, who I’ve claimed were faithful,
have been fond of traps and called them their home.
My hands, though posed in piety,
have struck out with talented blows.
So there at my core with the smell of decay.
I’ve made space for beginning, for more.
There is a seed thats taken root
within my heart of stone
and through that rock it’s growing still
to break apart it’s home.
A crack begins and I rejoice
’cause life is growing there.
Oh hope for me ’cause now I know
that I’ve been made for more!
Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He has planted eternity in the human heart…”