The Mosaic

The Mosaic

in my brokenness,
I looked at the shards
of what was once me,
and as I weep,
tears roll from countless eyes,
and, I stop to catch my breath,
between my soulful cries,
I pray for those,
who, I have in the past,
made victims of my barbed words,
lashing cruelly with the weight of hate,
and I forgive, as I beg forgiveness,
I give mercy, as I seek mercy,
for in this moment, I am at the back,
of the bus, and I am also in front,
privileged and underprivileged,
one soul, bound by chains,,
of having it all,
and nothing at all,
my life defined by a moment,
or by the moments that define my life.

You pick one piece,
the strangest part of me,
and you bind it with love,
and encase it in mercy,
that all who come by, may see,
all that your love can be,
the grand mosaic of your amazing grace..

Author notes

A poem written for a competition titled ” the gift of understanding”

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.