It is not enemies who taunt me —
I could bear that;
it is not adversaries who deal insolently with me —
I could hide from them.
But it is you, my equal,
my companion, my familiar friend,
with whom I kept pleasant company.
(Psalm 55:12-14a)
Forever misunderstood and betrayed
even by those who seem to know,
my once broken heart
in the carved wooden box
now shattered beyond
recognition.
But God makes all things new,
reaches down from heaven above
and within, to repair brokenness —
to reveal warm pulsing blood and veins
returning, renewing, running upon new roads.
What are your thoughts?