The Other Side of This

God has fit together pieces, not golden edges or sharp
Puzzling as they may be
But gives us access, inner wells, into which our hearts sink
Still further to soul wells, God's springs,
Fountain of all that is Love, compassionate Love
Highest gratitude to Him.

Lord who walks us through those, our wells
Creates forms of faith, seen and unseen
Walks us upon His waters seeped through us
Rising us from bottoms of faithlessness to belief.
Hopelessness to relief.
Unworthiness to worth of being.

And when we walk, collecting forms of His pieces
Into our hearts, deeper into our souls,
He commands us to go further deep
However light, however dark
Trusting always with Him be
To the other side of this.

I walked tonight to the other side, listening
His courage my knowledge informed,
To realize at once, my soul springs entwine endlessly
To hearts about me, seen and unseen.

He, our One Fountain flowing through us all
Pours waters into our empty cup
And overflowing from what we choose to give
- even the last drop we've saved till dry,
Spills to fill another's emptiness up.

I am told we are pieces of each others' wholeness.
Without faith -
Meshed humanity unreached
God's love and our love for each other
Fabric of my soul tied to your heart -
Remain broken unfound pieces.

We cannot find our piece
Without believing our piece.

We cannot share our piece
Without being our piece.

That I cannot teach the faith that I know
Only live faith in Him and show
Others the love He has for me
And how mercifully He does giveth
Is His inner revelation to my whole world
- that I must with compassion and forgiveness
Give away each small piece of my small soul
To all those who live in it.