God is the great salvage man,
rummaging intently through
the mounds of human refuse and
collecting, as if treasures,
soiled consciences
shattered dreams
empty wrappings
rotting legacies
depleted hopes
dented destinies
tangled thoughts
mangled morals
broken hearts
chipped shoulders
excess libido
rusted relationships
holey excuses
scraps of faith
God smiling all the while,
and saying to Himself,
“What I could make of this!”
By Karen Shaw