I’ve been ruminating on this idea for a couple of days and decided to put it to paper tonight.

Piece by Piece 

2017

Piece by piece, I had fallen apart

one bad choice after another,

flinging paint all over my canvas

with no regards for my mother.

Until one Sunday, I reformed my life – 

laying it at the cross and

recommitting my heart – 

renewing my relationship with Christ.

He took my marred canvas

with paint splatters and wild strokes,

and set it upon the easel again

giving rise to all manner of hope.

I was pleasantly surprised

at the amount of trash painted upon the canvas,

in colors so dreadful and dreary

I cringed at the amount of sadness.

But just then, He took my hand

and swept a stroke very wide

effacing a large portion of my life

I could only hope to hide.

My magnum opus took shape

in a very dense timeframe,

causing me to doubt His help

which only caused more shame.

Then gently He began to guide my brush,

again righting my course,

infusing hope throughout my being

settling me to the core.

“You are beautiful, beyond compare,”

He would whisper in my ear,

causing me both pain and comfort

fearing someone would my life’s-work smear.

Encouraging me over and over

I began to believe His comfort,

deflecting assaults from left and right –

I began to live triumphant.

Now only He knows my end-of-life’s painting

with all of the blobs and wrong colors,

but at least I know the one guiding me

as we paint this work – piece by piece, together.