I am Hosea's Wife

Back to where
you've kept me,
Somewhere behind mystery
is a smile beckoning

Wait for it.

Promises to break apart
are not worth the time.
After all, I crumble
by your very touch.

Pieces, pieces, pieces.

No length of life
could straighten this mess up
Grace:
the ultimate favor.

One so self less
and pure
Unworthy for
something so unmerited.

See ths bed
I have made for myself?

Dirty sheets.
Bed bugs.
Decay.

Yet you find me
and say,

"From now on
you're living with me.
No more whoring,
no more sleeping around.
You're living with me
and I'm living
with you." (Hosea 3:3 MSG)

Worth it doesn't cut it.

To cultivate
and handle with the
utmost tenderness
is restoration complete.

And so I am Beloved.