Father,
trying to regroup
after completely falling apart
seems like completing a puzzle
only to discover
several pieces missing –
some forever
others discovered later
 
yet,
all too often
the puzzle is trashed,
deemed worthless
due to a few holes
in its tapestry
 
how often, Lord,
do we do the same
with those who take too long
to reassemble fractured lives –
instead of being Jesus for them
we leave them for Satan’s curbside pick-up
 
sometimes, Lord,
that broken life is mine –
help me to remember
You believed
I was someone
worth dying for
 
and, that, in effect,
completes the puzzle
 
jbh
1-8-2013