Dying is the greatest attainment
of life for me.
To lose all of my gold and silver
the greatest wealth.
My skin is broken and bleeding
by my own hand.
I watch my brittle heart of glass shatter
again and again.
I have undone my own heart strings and watched
them tangle in briars.
I have seen myself throw myself
under train wheels.
But in death are my twisted scars healed
like infant skin.
And my heart is pressed together
For then does my Lord repair me
and make me whole.
And then does my Lord carry me –
saved from myself.
And thus am I given far more
than I could dream.
And the wealth I left behind is
Nothing but waste.