Runaway Soul Poetry: March, 2006

March 11

Take me broken

Will you take me broken?

With the pain in my muscles

And all the pieces of my heart

Lying behind me on the trail

Of misbegotten fairytales

Take me broken,

I can withstand the pain

And the never-ending loss

It no longer matters why

I never called fate's quarter toss

Take me broken

My spirit fire burns low

The little flame is the hottest blue

With the faintest gentle glow

But it's stronger than it appears to be

Because it burns so close to You

Will You use me broken?

This body will not heal

I offer thee my broken heart

Oh how much better it serves Your will

My spirit and heart that have fallen apart

So You want want me broken?

As a sand dollar washed in from the sea

Randomly crushed by the waves upon the beach

Set the wee bony doves free

Oh set them free!

Spirit us up high, away so self is hard to reach

Only then am I able to see what beautiful gifts You have given me

So, take me broken and use my sad

Take the tiny, humble flame I have

And my high flying doves,

And the shards of my heart

I know now are simply precious gifts of love

That you had to break apart.

written 2/2/02