Photo credit: Amritanshu Sikda

I once was a god.

master of all things in my domain

deserving of blessing and fame

the only one with sovereign reign in my life

Though I knew nothing of the future

and little of the past

that didn’t stop me

from commanding my cosmos.

Prepping, planning,

pursuing a life without strife,

comfort was found in controlling

the wheel and knowing

what was around the corner.

But you were there.

With no warning, chaos ensued.

crashing into my quiet, killing my reality

stripping away my imperfect perfection,

dismantling my self built universe.

the damage was too much for this god to manage.

Instantly assessing the collision,

I frantically wrestled with the broken pieces

of my dreams, hopes, plans

made by me

to serve me

hopelessly putting tape around a totalled wreckage,

and filling craters with sand.

I cried out in fury

“You said you were good!

That you loved me!

Why would you cut down my perfect world

And wreck my reality?”

Silence was an option,

Complete annihilation was too.

Instead you drew near to me

and responded:

“My child you travelled blindly

and I made you see

you have no perfect world without me.”

He lifted my veil and I saw the true state of things.

My worlds were weak,

as fallible as me,

shaking in anxious fear,

toppling at the weight of

making me greater than He.

There was no cornerstone for my foundation

no blueprint from the Master Architect.

these plans were not made by him.

They were made by me,

creating a catastrophe

in the dark

with no light to guide my vision.

But you took hold of the wreckage,

and took hold of my heart,

both broken vessels falling apart,

reminded me of the glory of who you are,

the freedom of being in your ways,

And laying down my own.

And you did what you always do,

Which is to make all things new.

(c) Mary Pollard