glue

Five Minute Friday: Glue


so much broken.
so much torn.
we're a shredded collage
that tries to restore
itself.

aching for peace,
the ache almost
pain
that cracks
the soul ruthlessly;
almost as much
as the sin does.

elmer's won't do--
it'll dry up,
flake
like even the best
of friends.

the only glue
that will do
is not manufactured.

the only glue
is Ghost,
the One who seeps in
deeper
than any krazy
could.

the only glue
is Gethsemane-pray-er,
the one who sweat blood,
who took
the cracking sins
and cracked.

the only glue
is God,
who restored,
no collage of wrappings,
no seams,
just scars.