Rejoicing Bones?

“That the bones You have broken might rejoice.” 

To be razed down only to be built upon a solid foundation. 

At some point, decisions were made that required utter demolition. 

Perhaps, they were of my own volition, 

An intentional departure from the good.

A hidden cove containing a half-measure of compromise.

Perhaps, it was an inherited burden from fathers that came before me. 

An adoption of “business as usual” that was actually unusual.

Where unrighteousness was written off as a “quirk” or even an asset.

Regardless of what it is, it’s mine now.

Or, it was.

A hardened will splintered by the torrents of life.

Leave me questioning my motives and trying to hold to right.

My bones do cry out,

But I don’t know if it’s rejoicing.

Perhaps, I’ll get there soon.