Broken Poetry

From within the hospital walls, I made only two journal entries. Each written in an attempt at poetry.



it is where you turn to
in the hardest of times
that radiates what you truly worship
You were created for this
. . . for this worship
where does your allegiance lie?
For whom will it be?

cries during brokenness


let my tears wash your feet
let my cries pierce your ears
hold me when i shiver
hold me when i don’t understand
take captive my thoughts
take captive my tomorrow
gently show me my today
gently give me your grace
make me whole again
make me new again
redeem my pain for your glory
redeem my life for your name

Photo from the final day in the hospital



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