At first,
there appeared not to be
much beauty
in the pieces
of my heart.
I was learning to hold them,
you see —
learning to trust
that this same quiet prayer
is arranging the pieces
still.
At first,
there appeared not to be
much beauty
in the pieces
of my heart.
I was learning to hold them,
you see —
learning to trust
that this same quiet prayer
is arranging the pieces
still.
