Acidic Art

Desire to Break in His Arms Instead

Here am I
Collapsed, at Your feet
Trying to keep my words from spilling
Out of my mouth, my teeth
crumble and pour
like a glacier crumbles from ice ablation,
my words of chaos surface

Here am I
Cracking; breaking into itty bitty particles
One "wrong move" and I'm flooded
with pressure, unneeded
because Your grace accepts all my mistakes;
even forgets them
and I don't think my little mind can process that fact fully
-that's okay.

You think my splits and breakage classify as beauty
and I don't have to believe it
but You want me to
because You made me to be an imperfect embodiment of who You are
and Your peace causes what the world may label as chaos
but You're sleeping while the waves crash.
You're not afraid of what You can still
so why should I be?

Teach me how to break in Your arms of peace
when it all comes crashing down on me
instead of running to vanity after vanity.
All I want is You, Beloved.