sunday poetry

maybe I'm trying too hard to find a resolution
to unbind my own heart
rather than accept myself as broken
shattered
in need of repair

who am I to ask for myself what God hasn't asked of me?
He loves me as I am
torn apart by worry and frustration

after all
His kindness will fill my veins with life
His compassion will fix my broken bones
His grace will give my empty lungs breath

in His holiness, I will be made whole