Sitting with the Shrapnel

Glistening like jewels
lie the pieces of me.
Begging me to explore
to examine each one,
relish its beauty,
revere its story.
Each one pulling me out'
onward;
revealing the hidden truth
God's Holy Love.

Sinking,
Overwhelmed by their abundance
I sit and stare.
Paralyzed by the complexity of it all;
afraid that any one piece
could lead me astray.
The parts are not the whole.

Hearing the call,
I look out over the landscape of my life
each experience,
each word;
a beacon of my truth-
the truth placed in me at birth-
the beauty waiting to be lived.