All the pieces are scattered. They lay strewn across the table. The Lord was kind enough to place them
there. They include my favorite
colors. All the prints are
original. When I inspect them, I relished
in their beauty. There are days when I
walk by the assortment, and I longed to create its final design. Then it would not hurt anymore. Then all will make sense. Everything will be in order.
I’ve tried to intervene, but have been
prevented. I admit it hurts. I have felt discarded and rejected. So I have withdrawn. That’s when I pray to be removed. If only, he will get rid of the pieces I
would no longer be tempted to intervene.
Maybe he will allow me to leave the room. If only He would, I could choose to forget
their existence. Remember no more. Then it will all make sense. Everything will be in order. It will no longer hurt.
He does not follow my advice. He has chosen not to. He is trying to save me. For you see, he
knows what I am unable to accept. I
would be incomplete. For how can I leave
behind the pieces of me?
Copyright January 2014
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