Tortured-soul, reckless.
Boastful sin
drowning
in shame.
Sought.
Grace.
through
Restored
I'm not a poet...but this morning I found myself thinking the first line of this haiku in the shower. As I got around, it continued to haunt me. Finally I grabbed the nearest piece of paper (a used envelope from Todd's dresser) and began to put down my thoughts. I would walk away (I was in the middle of putting on make-up, getting dressed, brushing teeth, fixing hair, etc.!) and find myself coming back to the dresser to mark out a word or change a phrase.
I don't know if it's any good. Nor do I really care. It means something to me...an expression of the gratefulness I feel for the amazing grace I don't deserve. It needs to be recorded as part of this journey.
