“I am like a dish that is broken” Psalm 31
Look at me Lord.
I am like a dish that is broken,
scattered and left in shards,
easily crushed underfoot,
Left alone, without care,
I will spread the pain that lives in my sharp edges.
Pick me up with your gentle, loving hands.
Hold me together with the glue of your Holy Eucharist.
As I praise you and love you
in the humility of my brokenness,
your precious Body and Blood will pull
my broken pieces back together
with an unbreakable bond.
I will be made stronger
through your love.
I will be made useful once more
so that I may serve you