Why Do I Hide This Broken Piece?

Why Do I Hide This Broken Piece?

A Poem by Chris Taylor

Why Do I Hide This broken Piece?

a poem by Chris T.




A  hidden piece that I keep out of sight

Like a present that I have just received and carelessly broke.

I turn my gift, as not to face it towards eyes that can see.

In the bottom of the trash I laid the shard of my shame.


Every night I rest my head on a pillow of apprehension.

Deep in waste I place the fragment hoping to stay concealed

And every morning that piece is deposited at my feet.

I can not run and my mask is transparent and not opaque.


Will they see my brokenness?

Will they forsake me and revoke their membership in their pack

Like wolves who suddenly cull a sick or hurt brother?

How long can I hide this discernible limp?


All the world’s microscopes and magnifiers are  focused on me.

My gift and my flesh are torn open.

The novel of my life, with its beautiful leather binding

Is missing a middle and an ending.


My window dressing is elaborate and beautiful.

I dress it with gold, silver and spangles.

But my shard still makes its way to the front of the pane.

Why won’t it leave and why can’t this rabbit disappear?


Is there a place where my broken piece will not be  noticed?

Is there an end to this spectacle , this charade?

I cry out “Please don’t notice my jagged bit”

But my secret wish is to be restored.


Lord, is this a work you are doing?

Can you possibly care about the gift that I have forsaken?

Is your glue strong enough to mend such an  old trauma?

Are you the one who keeps laying this remnant at my feet?


Reduce my shame and un-pry my stiff fingers.

Let the digits release its hold and lay my shard at your feet

As your peace, your relief, washes over me.

My sin, my stumbling block is now your glory.

© 2011 Chris Taylor


Author's Note

Chris Taylor
As I spent time with the great men of my church, and as we were talking together during the Men’s Bible Study, we all began to realize , you CAN’T surprise God. He is never going to say “Wow, that was a particularly bad one” or ” I never thought you would do that”. God’s gentle spirit is always calling to us; asking in His still quiet voice, for all of us. He wants us not only to be cleansed from our sins, but to be right in our spirits and to protect us from ourselves. His commands are NOT impossible. He KNOWS what is right and what the solid path is for our lives. He WANTS your broken piece. If you are hiding part of yourself, or you can’t let go of a sin, I pray that you listen to the Shepherd’s call and lay it at His feet. You see, when God is in your life, He is always pruning, always removing, what is not right, not fruitful and what is not holy. I know how hard old injuries are to give up; and I also know the pain of carrying a heavy burden that was not mine to shoulder in the first place. Please receive God’s peace by asking for His forgiveness and lay the shard that the God of your creation could see the whole time. You will be transformed. I hope this poem ministers to someone and is a catalyst in someone’s life.

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The poem is so good. I have felt the desire of this poem. Wondering if the deeds I done in my life would I make payment one day? I like the use of the words "broken pieces".
"Every night I rest my head on a pillow of apprehension.
Deep in waste I place the fragment hoping to stay concealed"
I could read this poem many times. The statement strong and open door to question. Thank you sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I"ve felt the same way before so many times.
And this poem kinda reflects how I felt all those times.

Good job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very wise words and yes God is allbeing, all knowing and allseeing...and you have wrote this with so much intelligence and craftmanship that explores the human conficts and emotions. Tremendous write :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


i have been in this not so unique club, but for those of us who take advantage of the loving kindness Jehovah God shows us, it is unreal how we can become whole, and try to do just that mend but still understand and recognize we are sinners.....a beautiful compilation of humanity.....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poetry has beauty; is instructive; does point the way to salvation.
Pretty potent trio, I would say.
Your inspired work continues, Chris.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Wow this is a beautiful piece of writing. You're very right though. God knows everything. He know's my sin and knowing that gives me a certain peace. It's hard to let go of past sins sometimes or burdens you've carried for along time. That's something I'm struggling with right now. I've made a lot of mistakes this past year, one after another it seems, and this poem really touched me cause it sounds like you might understand that feeling. That feeling of shame, and distress that people will judge you for what you've done. Also I've been carrying a lot of pain around with me and it has caused me so many problems, but I'm trying to turn around and head down the path I should be :) This was so encouraging! Thank you so much for posting!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poem is so good. I have felt the desire of this poem. Wondering if the deeds I done in my life would I make payment one day? I like the use of the words "broken pieces".
"Every night I rest my head on a pillow of apprehension.
Deep in waste I place the fragment hoping to stay concealed"
I could read this poem many times. The statement strong and open door to question. Thank you sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor

Sioux Falls, SD



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I am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..

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