Pieces of My Am
I Think My Now Is Dying
June 3, 2009On the Merciless, Relentless Pressing
November 1, 2011Undivided yet the same,
My heart is more than two.
How can I fix the past a whole
When all I am I do?
I need to make the pieces one.
But this defeats my will.
If grace be grace, I need its taste,
Or else I flounder still.
The Psalmist asked for what I ask
He won it too, I’m sure.
The Danish Saint wrote of the same;
His heart, I think, was pure.
But I am left to scribble verse,
And ponder what I miss.
One part of who I am is true,
So I will write with this.