Unseen
By the world
And seemingly God.
Do you hear the anguish of my heart?
The death of expectation?
Do you dwell in the place of insignificance
Or comfort the rejected?
Who cry out to mean something
To be seen?
Are you there when
Once again desire is deferred
Are the crumbs of hope worthy to pursue
Or the cry of the spirit watered
Only for time and life
The thief
Wears away expectation and vision?
And corrosion of our dreams steals the light
From our eyes?
Oh, to be seen!
To feel worthy
To shine with your favor
To be broken as Gideon’s pitcher
That your light shines through
Bringing defeat to your enemy?
The brokenness
Can it be endured?
Does anyone recognize or heed
The broken shards
What is their purpose?
Can they ever hold the light again?
To be seen?
You came as Clay
Molded into a vessel
To be broken
For me
Ridiculed and rejected
Esteemed as being stricken
And smitten of God
Yet the carnage of your brokenness did not appear as glory, beauty, or victory
But rather the death of all hopes and dreams
Until you were seen
Let me
Oh God,
Bear the process
And endure the breaking
Until I can be seen
In your image.
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