What lives in us,that manifested
in our torn dreams
and shattered hopes
spreads rusted wings
and soars above the brokenness
to touch the hearts
of all that see and hear
the longing that cries out;
the ache of the inevitable --
those crevices and scars,
the wounds that never seem to heal?
What light is this,
that, shining through the cracks
like some white radiance,
touches with tender hand
and holds it all together;
allows us to continue,
to keep on growing
into One.
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1 comment:
There is something quite lyrical in that image and your words move us away from the focus on self to the One who matters.
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