What if you stopped holding
so hard to wholeness
what if you stilled
to the sundering
like a beam of light bent
scattering color like joy
like a buried seed cracked
bursting up to new life
like a prized metal melted
burnished in bright fire
like a loaf of bread, broken
and given, piece by piece,
to feed the world.
View from the Valley 
Wow! This was unedited and written in five minutes??? Incredible!
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I didn’t time myself so I’m sure it wasn’t really five. :-). Thanks for reading!
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Absolutely lovely. Shared this on Twitter.
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Thank you so much!
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Great job, and so inspiring!
And you inspired the sonnet below. I hope you like it.
What if, like a loaf of bread,
I’m broken into crust,
not for me, but the world instead;
will I maintain my trust?
What if I’m to be outpoured
for all, like a libation?
Is this a thing to be endured,
another tribulation,
or is my diminished state
something born of victory,
not a sad and silent fate,
but an honour, just for me
that the Lord could use this cancer
to birth in me a David-dancer?
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This is amazing. The last two lines especially. Thanks so much for sharing
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So beautifully spoken, thank you for sharing this lovely post. Blessings.
Visiting from FMF#37
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