Your Love Puddles

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Like an English muffin, pulled apart and smothered with butter
there are cracks and craters in my soul.
nooks and crannies,
places where
hard circumstances made dents,
and difficult people left scars,

And as much as I wish that
something could take them away,
I am accepting
the fact
that they are
here to stay

The thing I am finding is that,
the cracks
are where
Your love puddles
and soaks in
softening things
softening me
all over again.

In fact, I don’t despise
these dents
like I used to
for these are the spaces
where have I met You,
where the butter tastes, sweet
and the Light shines through.

2 Corinthians 4:6-9

“For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.”