Sunday, December 13, 2009


you could have allowed me
to remain
enslaved to my false hopes
of idealism.
it would have been easy
to watch me carry on
for another four years,
twinkle-tapping in sparkly
fairytales that were
never meant to be.
but you are faithful and merciful,
a gracious father
who longs to give of your goodness
and so you broke me.
the well manicured walls 
of self-protection
came tumbling down
while my soul drown
in pools of salty tears.
rising up were the jewels
of contrition and brokenness
so that i can stand
in the hope of your love.