Don’t you dare
pick up those
broken pieces.
Those shard?
That’s rubble.
Destined to no
more than dust.
You though?
Carefully sculpted
curves and sharply
defined lines.
You’re a treasure.

The sculpting process is a painful one and it’s difficult to allow some pieces to be chiseled away. That’s where my faith comes in. I firmly believe my God is a master sculptor; carefully defining what should and shouldn’t remain.

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