TILES
ANNA DELAMERCED
I am a tile.
A chipped one, at that.
And slightly scratched in many places
With the paint slowly fading
Away, tumbling out across the ground
Clinking, clattering
On cold concrete.
Many days the light shines
Brightly highlighting a
Transparent vulnerability.
Other days dirt muddies and meddles.
Sin taints
Temptations blind
Worldly desires fog up the glass.
But slowly and purposefully
I am being polished
Inside and out.
I am a tile
Part of an other-worldly design that transcends
Borders and boundaries and colors and shapes and sizes and
Imagination.
I am a tile
In God’s plan
His perfect design
And when that day comes
When my Maker will finalize the finishing touches
Every piece He chose will come together.
I am part of a mosaic
God’s artwork
Handmade
Letting His light shine
Brightly forevermore.
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Sujay Natson ‘16 Life among the rocks