Tides of the Enigma

I found my feet founded

upon the grave floor;

Shovel in hand,

unable to withstand

the spirit of weeping;

sweeping firm foundations from

beneath,

I couldn’t shake the belief

I was where I belonged.

But like a mauled manged mutt,

I was pulled by the scruff

from the rut

and placed in a new shelter –

Your loving embrace.

How thankful am I

for the grace

that has called my heart

from the grave;

casting away the depressed and depraved

cave where I went to winter.

You took the memories splintered

in my brain,

the shame and pain

driving me insane;

and made a mosaic

of a pitiful pile

of tattered and shattered glass.

You took

a truly trodden

and broken being,

imbued me with meaning

and filled me, teeming and beaming

with Your spirit of redeeming.