In my desert soul
and desolate hands
I hold pieces
of a life that once was
Examining shards of a glass heart broken,
I search for lost brilliance
Along jagged edges of devotion
For evidence of a mislaid trust
I remember Divine conversation
Whispering wisdom and grace.
Murmurs of sweet voices now
suspended in a lost and sacred space.
I puzzle over curious twists and turns
which altered the vista and view.
The pathway You chose, I couldn’t foresee-
leaving me stranded, dizzy, and confused.
Retrospect and hindsight yield
nothing of significance, I fear.
No answers appear, no questions resolve
Vacant, the lingering void ever near.
Which is the wheat and what is the chaff?
What should my heart retain?
And how to discern what to gently blow away
like dandelion fronds on a sapphire blue day?
Wheat and chaff
I must carefully sift
and from this wreckage retain-
That which is holy
from that which is tainted,
trusting only the former to remain.