Broken and irreparable. As I stand,
I look to the heavens
wondering where I’ll land.
Broken and irreparable as I stand,
God sends his angels. They band
together for me, seventy times seven.
Broken and irreparable, as I stand,
I look to the heavens.
NOTE: written using the triolet form, combined with choosing the closing line of another poem to use as the starting line of my new poem.