God’s Measure

How fragile

Really

This diamond 

In the dust.

How easily broken

When tortured to fit

The tiny confines

Of expectations.

We struggle

Don’t we

Pitifully

To measure up

To succeed,

Using anyone’s 

Measuring stick

Except God’s.

He has erased

All the numbers 

On his.

Truly sad

To see

The shimmering

Bits of ourselves

In pieces

On the floor.

It need not be so.