Be my shelter,
And may your heart be my home.
Give me rest from the swelling storms;
Quiet my violent mind
which hates easily and lusts for control.
Sweep the dust that has gathered on broken floors,
carry it out back and burn the pictures,
spread the ashes over fertile soil.
May the dimming light in my eyes be swallowed by the warmth of a dawn new.
Let the pieces of broken bones be collected;
Plant my heart deep within your ground so that it may never again be found.
My hands are untrustworthy
and my steps are unsteady.
My eyes lie often and my lips know no good.
But only keep me here,
in the eternity of your shadow,
where grace breathes strength invincible,
where stained hands are held, not broken.