Thank you for breaking my heart open

I was afraid I'd rot behind that stone, 
But the ache awoke within me 
Something I thought had died long ago. 

Now that flesh is beating, 
Beaten, bloodied, bruised and breathing, 
And stands a chance to learn to heal, 
To be whole, 
To be Holy. 

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