A rare piece of poetry

A verse that helped me come out of a hard time was Matthew 12:20: A battered reed he will not break off; a smoldering wick He will not put out. Recent conversations reminded me of this time and that even though I wasn't seeking God, he never let me go! I started to write, wanting to convey my circumstances and how this verse encouraged me that even though I was full of selfish pursuits, God had not abandoned me and still craved a close relationship with me. As I wrote I ended up putting the verse in the first words of each line...i don't know the poetic name for that though.
Enjoy cuz I don't often write poetry

A man seeking his own.
Battered, beaten and bruised. A brittle
Reed thirsty, weak and dry. Near dead but
He would not let go. He
Will not abandon. I have
Not any faith, nothing fills. Thirsty, weak, and dry, at a point to
Break and let all go. Once on a straight path, now
Off.

And was obscurity clear,
A distress troubled.
Smoldering, near burnt, always wanting. My
Wick, can it be bright? Its futile.
He would not let go, He
Will not abandon.
Not with my strength I fight.
Put to trial, well done!
Out of the breaking, complete.


Hope that's encouraging to one or two of you.