Oh to be tangled up
in God
who like a sling
holds us in our brokenness
that we might mend
through time and
tenderness
the sweet remedy of
mercy
And our soul
in silent stillness
waits
not to be freed
but to be more deeply
enmeshed
So that no amount of
force
or fear
might separate us
from the God of
brokenness
who in the flesh
-in our flesh-
finds rest and reigns
over
a kingdom coming
quite unexpectedly.
