Screaming “Timber”

Worms eat the inside

Of my fruit,

My core,

My heart.

I go to wave,

Say hello,

pat the baby,

kiss the cheek,

Falling over,

Waist-deep,

Screaming “timber”

Inside my head.

My hands, though,

Go deep with Your

guidance,

Your always knowing

The way,

Peeling back

bits of my bark,

And all of the worms

That have eaten my

good heart,

my good core,

the good fruit,

You’ve made

For me to feed

Your sheep.