Friday Poem:


Pierce me anew
With your love
Make me anew
According to your desire
And will
Like a block of marble
It’s potential hidden
But somehow sensed
Chip away at me
At my defenses
Carve away the waste
That hides who I am
Cut away my rough edges
My excess, my reserve
Carve shape grind
Whittle hammer scrape
Whatever it takes
Uncover by your love
My perfect Self.imagine