Monday, September 9, 2013
We survive, together
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
― C.S. Lewis
Life is hard
Winds of life
And we are
Blown by the winds
Tossed by the waves
In our fragility we often get broken.
and, like bottles tossed carelessly to the side of the road.
we lie shattered, in pieces,
jagged fragments glistening in the sun
raw edges, sharp and tortured.
There are pieces of us scattered
along the roads we have traveled
In our brokeness we are empty.
but cannot be contained.
It seeps through the cracks to disappear.
only to go,
and hope -- there is no hope
for one so broken.
and yet sometimes,
In a smile, in a touch,
in conversations lasting long into the night,
Piece by piece the metamorphosis begins,
and out of the jagged jumble the first faint glimmerings of wholeness grow.
a thing of beauty....
how can such battered creation be beautiful?'
And yet it is!
For all its seems and cracks,
the wonder of what it was, and is, and still might be,
and deep in the murky depths love comes