I can’t explain it, but
I’m blessed
in even shambles.
I take pride i
being able to snatch
moisture from the ground
beneath my feet,
turning even the
mightiest of solid grounds
into a drought-ridden
dessert land,
turning even the
grandest stone
into mere pebbles.
Blessed is the shambles for
if they were whole
they wouldn’t need Him.
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