Wholly Worship

I am not a whole.

I am a sum of small parts.

Shattered fragments,

cracked and scattered 

across linoleum floors.

I carry my head with hope and holy.

I will be loved in pieces.

Strung together,

Perhaps by twine, silver wire

and ribbons of gold.

Before my body bursts once more.

You will love me for my pieces.

Sharp edges and blisters,

Drawing blood from your fingers.

My heart a prism of light’s reflection.

Rainbows tumble across

these very same linoleum floors.