New Creature

It isn’t much,
these slivers chiseled
from my soul,

small offering of self
like sand or chaff,
worthless except in loss.

Chip by chip,
what I release
reforms me

into something new
not made with hands
but by God

and by letting go
of stone that encases
His masterwork within.

I am raw,
rough-hewn,
but becoming.

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