Be honest… how many unfinished poems are hiding in your notes app?

Were you in the skillful hands of the potter being shaped and gently molded as the wheel of life turned slowly a tragedy unfolded the image the potter created took on a different shape robbed of its first intention the vessel begin to break it cracked under false pretense hurts, wounds and scars left with no defense left with no holds barred tossed within a discarded a pile helpless, abandoned a wounded child but the potter stumbled upon its remains then put the vessel on its wheel again gently, carefully melting it down The potter spoke these words out loud who broke you cracked you, messed you up? left you ruined amongst this stuff I broke you first but the plan was divine they broke you again but the plan is still mine I still have the blueprint you're still in my hand and though you have been broken I'll make you over again

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If love were a place, what would it look like?

Be still and know that I am God, he said. But I have so much going on in my head. All these ideas I can't keep them straight. He gently replies to me, be patient and wait. Waiting on the Lord is not easy for me to do. Waiting has never been easy, nothing new. Help me with this Lord, I do pray. Let me stand and help me to stay. In your will Lord and not mine I say. Yet I fight the flesh that wants its way. I do not want to get ahead of the Lord. Keep me in one mind and one accord. Thank you Lord for giving me peace. My anxiety has begin to cease. Stand still again I hear him say. So stand still I will this day. CDK 2025