My heart has been broken to where the pieces now form dust upon ground;
dirt beneath my feet and dirtiness between my toes, I walk barefoot through the damage.
Let my sorrow fall as rain softening the grain rubbing underneath my feet
and let my weakness dry as sun to transfer from mud to dirt once again.
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Pray for restoration, and all things to be made new. Loved this poem. Well done! : D