Pieces of my heart

By terryhershey | May 12th, 2010


Something inside of me
cracked open.
And spilt onto the ground.
The aroma of sadness
sated the air.

Dutiful, even in sorrow,
I stared, unbelieving,
wanting to make sense of it all.
But instead
–mercifully–
I sat, and avoided the need
to pick up the pieces.

After some time,
minutes,
–or hours perhaps–
I saw, ever so clearly,
the shards of my life,
so vulnerable and tattered,
and I listened to the wind
–now cool on my skin–
and heard the music fashioned
from the pieces of my heart.


Man is born broken.
He lives by mending.
The grace of God is the glue.
—Eugene O’Neill

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2 Comments

  1. Melinda Patton
    Posted May 12, 2010 at 5:26 pm | Permalink

    Wow. This is beautiful. I can hear this music…

  2. Timo
    Posted June 1, 2010 at 9:34 pm | Permalink

    Wanted to express deep appreciation for your visit to Forest Lake Church.
    Thank you for hearing, and speaking, about the inward catch of your heart.
    It’s God calling, gently knocking, hand on the latch. As i learn to be still, and feel Him so carefully turn the door knob, if it is open to him. I am learning to ask Him to sit for a moment, and sup with me. And He feeds me
    love that will never fail….

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