Broken Snippets Poem by Driekie Beetge

Broken, my puzzle lies on the ground in thousands of pieces with unsightly pictures. Who will build me? Who will keep me together as one image?

My snippets flutter in the wind like the earthy colors of fall, where leaves swirl in brown and gold, where the wind whirls in breathtaking red-orange.

Winds of terror blow my puzzle pieces all around, from my heart to the ground. Let each one of them fall softly where they abound.

Don't let one piece of my puzzle get lost... it makes me so imperfect. Some pieces may reach the shore before the rest, but are kept in the Garden.

After all, let my snippets just gently bounce against the rock until the right ocean current sweeps and flushes every snippet on Eternity's beach.

Rather, let me become one with the highest Majesty before my heart's chunks of choking emotions crumble again like old-fashioned junk.

Let me forget myself in my unspoken sore melancholy roaring thoughts that cherish dark colors that wreak havoc for destruction.

Let the storms of longing swirling around me, coughing and sinking until every piece of the puzzle scrambles and rests in its own place... right there, where heaven kisses the earth with sloppyness.

It is there where I am quite, full of balmy oil and herbs right out of Your own garden, because it is You who comes up in me like the Morning Star, while I still slumber to awaken in Your language of love.

© Driekie Beetge
29/10/2019