I want to tell you a story
But it’s not over
So instead I’ll tell you
How God has turned my pain
Into fireworks
He’s taken
The peaces
The Pacific rage
My cages and chains and fractured
Function
All my love untethered
A kaleidescope rug is lain down
Warmth for the feet of others
Joy for my own heart
Every color it’s own
Love story
He’s rearranged it all
Placing a peace within the rage
An answering in
The breaking itself
Weaving a larger
Mandala
Out of the rough, bleeding edges
Than I can even see
Content to rest here
In the eye of the storm
The Eye of the Needle 