What brokenness
marks our lives!
Like the shards
of a broken bottle
Our lives lay irreparable
in our laps.
We move our eyes
upward to see
Another One
whose life was broken
Not for Oneself
but for us, the broken.
Our eyes slowly
adjust to the scene
The Broken One
reaches out
Nail scared
hands speak to us.
“I was broken
for you, broken one”
“Place your
brokenness here
Into my
brokenness.”
Slowly,
mysteriously, yet beautifully
Brokenness heals
brokenness.
“By my wounds
you have been healed.”
Ronald Friesen ©
2016
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