A Little Bit of Everything

My poem entitled Gory. Warning: the title is not a misnomer (But it's not really a disgusting, creepy gory). :] A prayer to God....


Dear Lord,
Take your scalpel in hand, cut in
from nape to button-
Peal back my skin,
snap my ribs,
push them back
reach in,
dig in,
and pull out my heart...
but make this just the start.
Take it
and squeeze-
squeeze until it beats
to your rhythm-
squeeze until you
mold it to your image.
Take a sponge and
scrub it until it sparkles,
till it bleeds.
Then pull out my veins-
pull them out.
Take these bloody spouts and fill them, not
with liquid red
but with life,
that I might bleed truth
and then fill my lungs
with breath from above,
that I may breath out not air
but love, then
sew me up lord.
but don't stop there, no
don't stop!
with new innards
change me outwards:
take my skin and
make it akin to
the sun
I wanna shine,
Pull out my eyes and
put in mirrors
so I might see into
myself and others,
replace my lips with a smile
and all the while
yank out my tongue
and put in its place
a dove,
that I may speak only words
of peace and love,
cut off my hands and
give me ones with
scars and holes
to remind me why I live
and live a life so full,
saw off my feet and install
maps and wheels
of the strongest steel
that I will go
everywhere.
Do it now Lord-
Now.
Will it hurt?
There is no other way.
Will it be messy?
I hope you say
it will, because I am a mess
and to fix it
you must mess me up
tear me up
cut me up
leave nothing except
for you
Do it Lord.
Now.
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