Cracked Open

Cracked open

By the jaws of self-loathing and doubt,

This heart bleeds

The ichor of regret.

A rancid, acrid flow falls out of me

Flushed on a wave of bitter tears

Upon the altar of my surrender.

Where I lay

Facedown,

Naked before the Truth – and God;

Who touches me

Upon my furrowed brow and tastes the salt of my struggle.

Tears fall wetly on my clenched fist

Opening it like a dessert flower to assume a position of prayer.

Supplication.  Devotion.

Divine Grace radiates.

Traces cool fingers like salve

Over the broken bits, the shards, the rubble

Of my human frailty.

There is hope here.  A softness that I melt into

And breathe. 

No more the wracking sobs of agony and emptiness.

This is the breath of Peace.

I am loved.  I am Forgiven;

Do not cower before your potential, I hear.

Love all.  Be bold.

I must leave the dried up husk of that former self

On the altar of surrender.

It cannot carry me to where the magic is.

This heart is cracked open.

Grace pours in.

It sings;

Be Lived.