Paper Mache Heart

A poem for healing

Paper Mache Heart

Weeping as I dip the broken heart again in the bucket of paste/
Trying not to let any of it go to waste/ You come upon me, noting the blood/ And seeing the heartbreak bud.

I look up at You, Papa/ I cry out, “I can’t fix this, I can’t do it!”/ You take the heart, stopping the final hit/ and You breathe life in to it with a deep, “Ahhh.”

You gather me in Your arms/ God keeping me safe from further harms/And I finally see why there were one set of footprints/ I had never before had any hints.

And in Your strong hand, cradled with me/ You carry the finished paper mache/ freshly beating and healing.

Reviews

[Gee]

A poem of faith, God always at your side even when doubt in your mind.
No faith in this man, I just live life as is and take the rough with the smooth never questioning why.
Good morning