"Gathered" {...encouragement in poetry...}

I am near-fifty
And the broken barleybread
Of my mistakes and small thinking
Lay scattered throughout 
This silent house.

What was once 5 loaves of holy hope
Are now pieces scattered
In every last room.
This is no empty nest.
But I believe in brokenness 
And fiftieth birthdays
Because when Very God 
Breaks this silence with the
Sound of stirring baskets,
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing will be lost.
I will be twelve times
More
And gathered.

Jesus said to His disciples, "Gather the fragments, that NOTHING be lost. So they gathered the pieces of the five barley loaves and filled twelve baskets."


The heart of God is that nothing be lost. You can trust Him. He is the great Gathering God.