On a whim…

O God Almighty—
You must see this endlessly:
our jagged apologies,
our letters unsent,
our bruised words
and unnamed wounds.

How do You hold it?
All these lives
turning like loose pages in Your wind.
I am only one of them,
stumbling through shame and bewilderment.

Tell me about it, Lord.
Tell me how You bear it
without breaking.
And as You tell me,
teach me how to let go
what I cannot mend.