Thanks for the giving

I will remember to 

give thanks for the giving

when the giving tore your flesh apart

tore the veil and forever

the scar that healed all of mine.

I will remember, give thanks for the giving scar

the proof of a God's human living 

even when the giving felt my heart ripped apart

and my giving stops if I chip a fingernail

(I have not given to the point of blood, unrecognizable face)

even when my soul feels broken it has not

and even if I had, it's life to death to life,

for another soul's life to life.

The ripping, the tearing, the breaking, the scars, 

so God can enter even this flesh

(But even if, say "Thank you" then.)