Broken pieces 

Another poem from my journey through loss and tragedy:

 

The things that almost killed me

The things from which I’ve run

Could be the things that will fulfill me

Broken pieces joined as one

 

Holding on to the wrong fragments

Digging in to rocky soil

Grows a lost and lonely sadness

That from light and joy recoils

 

My desire is for true wholeness

And my hope is in The Truth

May I speak and sing with boldness,

May I rediscover Youth

 

When joy came with such ease

And worries were but few

When doors flung wide with “please”

And every day felt new

 

Let me not sink in despair

Let me not forget myself

Let me always be aware

And not put love upon a shelf

 

So much I have forgotten

So much from which to hide

Reconciling what’s besotten

With all the things I have denied

 

Now, face to face with nakedness

Nowhere else to run or look

May I see and love the awful mess

That until this point I forsook

 

The things that almost killed me

The things from which I’ve run

May they somehow now fulfill me

Broken pieces joined as one

“We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters, about those who have died, so that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have died.” 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14 (NRSV)