On Being Recast…

I think the good Lord is breaking my heart in order to rebuild it today. Nothing bad happening at all — just some rusty scrap between my lungs that is being heated to be molded or hammered into something new, I think. A shield? A sword? A ring? A wrench? Maybe He’ll leave it molten and malleable so it can be reshaped at will…

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