He stands in the distance.
I see him but the edges are blurred.
his form melds and blends together.
my big eyes look up.
a tentative hand reaching out to touch the shards
the armor that should have protected him is broken.
shattered. jagged. ruff. battle-weary.
a knight in shattered armor
all this is taken into my heart
i hold it tenderly in my own scarred hands
because i know
i know what it feels like to have shattered armor
to be torn apart
i know what it feels like to see the light
filling in and filling up the cracks
overtaking the armor
showing Himself victorious in all things
an overcoming warrior
living in me and shining through
and when i see him i see Him
is my knight in shattered armor
so full of Him