that who I am is just
a moment. Just one
angle of a work in progress.
Not the end of the story.
Not the final chapter.
Not the rolling of the credits or closing of the cover.
A piece of a larger work. A fragment
of something more complete;
accurately reflecting the signature
of my Creator.
are not eternal.
The illogical strength of grace
is infinitely greater than the
of hopelessness in which I sometimes
w a l l o w.
And these ashes and shards and fragments and pieces
can be put together by mercy
will, one day, be seen.