His Threads of Gold
He came and stole me in pieces and helped me melt segments of self within.
You see, i used duct tape and marveled at the golden threads of hope that hung from above. I knew i deserved the gold that drizzled like a chinese clay-pot. One that looked shattered on the outside, yet i knew itd be in due time that every piece would weave itself into a whole new me.
Then he came. WIth the perception of gold saying he could fix me. I held onto his hand and hoped. But within me, behind the duct tape, i knew i had to mend me.
For two wholes to become one.
two WHOLES... I Paused
I let go for a moment and began weaving and tying. I reached and jumped, moments in i fell and cracked again. I looked and saw him still there, asked him to keep going id catch up.
For He made me a whole in His image. I went back to the Source in search of the gold. That golden thread i saw once when i looked up.
Eagerly i reached and searched and felt deep within the duct tape peal off. And threads of gold gluing together a new me with all the scars. I knew each time it would take time as i looked up.
then i looked back at him and he still stood. Again i yelled back and said, keep going let me fix me. ill be right there. But he stood confident in his hollowness that he was Whole. but i looked through the cracks and begged him to go and find his gold and return. But he stood firm in ignorance and the duct-tape revealed itself.
Sadly i knew in that moment as i looked and reached for golden threads.... that i cannot wait and fix him. As it lays hidden well beyond my grasp.
I looked up and held onto HIm. As He created a new thing within me and bestowed on me a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
I looked up and He called me oaks of righteousness, and saw me as a planting of the LORD for the display of His splendor.
As He wove threads of gold through me making me anew. I looked at him and sadly i knew it in my soul.
I knew that this Hollow man, will wise up about the same time mules learn to talk. In time and in an instance, i stayed looking up as I still do, hanging onto Him as He weaves threads of Gold.
Ref: Job 11:12 // Isaiah 61: 3-4