Remade

Lately I recognise we are kin

Even though we err and sin

All of the time

With our mistaken ideas of life

So many of us looking for a redemption

That rests upon prevention of the unpreventable

And so often we find ourselves kneeling waist deep in mud

Recognising how low we have fallen

Or our soul registers the hollow thud

Of bones hitting the ground

And shattering

And then we are left like splintered things

But these shards of bone are ours to take

And remake a new

For what more blessed things

Can be remade

Of that which has not yet

Been torn apart

To reveal a truth of heart

And did it really matter

That we were broken

For in the end

Isn’t that the way

New patterns are created?