Brick
by brick, he
took
the building down,
stripping
to plaster and
wallboard
and studs, then
tearing
them out, hammer
and
chisel and bloody
fingernails
tearing
at
the remnants, until what
remained
was concrete,
the
foundation, long
covered
over and now
cracked
and discolored,
and
he knew he was
at
the beginning.
Photograph by Peter Griffin via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
2 comments:
and in the crack
a seedling grew
Thank you, I was really blessed by your words. They make me think of Isaiah' words as he viewed God "I am undone" But how wonderful that He undoes us to redo us from the inside out.
Bless you,
Susan
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