wisdom-warring, chipping away in bits and pieces the value of your soul,
you have discarded your inheritance.
You have truth-trampled till dust and broken shards have swirled,
engulfed to cloak and choke your life,
and here you are . . .
broken, and disappointed.
And the Wounded One says, “I am still here.”
And the Scarred One says, “My blood-spilled grace still covers.”
And the Sacrificial One says that even though you stopped believing in Me,
“I still believe in you.”