Broken bleeds into whole

Yellow sinks into orange
and hushes over the horizon.

A mute peace beckons
darkness to come.

I lie down again
to drift into restful sleep
I dream of waking in a body
that is healthy
Filled with fresh breath and
untouched lush tissue

Restored.
Whole.
New.

I awake with the sun
and roll over like yesterday.

I breathe like yesterday.

I ache like yesterday.

Creation has changed
from moonlight to orange glow
but I remain the same
Aches and pains envelop me
and thoughts remind me
That I am broken

Am I not his creation?
How can the sun be so perfect?
Oranges bleed into reds
reds illuminate and run into shades of yellow

And yet I remain the same shade of gray
Recycled air and limbs that rebel
He cares for even the sparrow
That sits on my window sill
and beckons me with its song

I am smaller than the sparrow
My heart darker than his feathers
and yet my needs are met
My clothes embrace me
The air enters my lungs then leaves again
my stomach is full
my heart beats to the rhythm of divine provision

This body is a shell to what lies inside
A spirit full of life
Talents of worth
But even the sun must rest like me
 its vibrant colors are snuffed out at night
but return beautifully the next morning

I rest on my bed
And stare at the sparrow
He reminds me that I am never alone