Saturday, October 20, 2012

Sandpaper Grace.


I never realized the harshness of, the flesh splitting, lung slicing, brutal edges of my hardened, ice-cold, hardly anymore at all blood thrusting, soul. More so, I did not catch on to the realization of the need to submerge, to absorb, all that this shrunken core could possibly contain...in everything….everything, You are.

Infuse me.

Permeate me until everything You…everything You..could spill over each blood starved organ of mine. Rain through the bone-dry channels that have longed for the slightest tint, the smallest hint of nourishment.
Oh, quench this thirsty heart of mine, that through the red-hot fire of life, has evaporated near to nothing at all. 
Saturate me in You, so that these brutal edges could cut less, slice less, softened by Your sandpaper grace.




-amber

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