Was I cut open so that books could come out?
Or was it to make me an open book, my stories to rout?
To then be stitched up like the spine of a book—
held together when open, is that what it took?
To have a permanent spout for books to come out?
They’ve always been there, they just needed a route?
If I drew a self-portrait of the scar that I carry,
I’m not sure I’d like it—it wouldn’t seem merry.
But perhaps it would celebrate that dear time with God.
I know there are folks who think that odd.
But would I prefer not to expose,
to keep it wrapped up, in my nice pretty clothes?
These books that I’ve made in the following months,
seem like dreams come true, impossibilities once.
And now I hold them, one-two-three;
And there are still more, waiting to be freed.
The New Year holds promise for what lies in store—
another Genevieve, Draw Your Life, and so much more!
Whatever the connection between my scars and these books,
I’m grateful for their being and all that it took.
We just never know what pain will bring…
I’ll rest in its path, His praises to sing.
*****As 2013 comes to a close, I’ve been doing a good bit of reminiscing over the year’s events. Whew! It’s been a full one! Even though there are some parts I wouldn’t want to relive, I’m grateful for every moment of it. Tomorrow’s post will be the last one for this year! I hope you’ve enjoyed my little holiday present to you of postings every day ’til Christmas. I sincerely wish you all the merriest Christmas and a Happy New Year!