Shattered dreams
Where once was hope
Scattered around me
Broken before its time
Sharp and painful edges
Reminders of brokenness
How I am undone.
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Picking up the shards
Examining what’s left
Of lost dreams
It just wasn’t to be
In the brokenness
The future lost to me.
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Nothing of use is left
What seems lost time will see
Seeds planted in times past
Though burned by fire
Through the ashes
Grow the greatest of trees.
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From what remains
A beautiful work of art
Made by broken Hands
So that we would be whole
A miracle I now see
Born from brokenness.
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