I Will Tell You Everything

I stood wounded

by rapid-fire words.

Be my shield, God.

My heart is sore.

***

I stood captivated

by a bluebird

pecking in our yard.

The sun dazzled and caressed-

Brilliant feathers, unmatched.

God’s paintbrush,

strokes of splendor,

nature trilling.

***

The bluebird

toted a sprig of grass

tender in its beak.

To the birdhouse he soared,

low,

rising softly,

nest building.

Blade by blade

He labored,

instinctive;

undeterred.

***

So too, go I.

Stringing words,

chiseling sentences,

fashioning a nest of thoughts.

Stories woven,

cradling life.

***

Wounds not wasted.

Scars reborn:

explore, create, write.

A tiny offering to my Creator.

Warmed his jarring mercy,

Kept by his endless grace.

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