Healing
Oh God we break,
Along fault lines you know well
Laid carefully in place from our conception.
The line between wholeness and fracture,
The line between 15 and 85,
Which we picture as broad an open and supple,
But all our lives it narrows and crumbles and crusts
Until it is the most tenuous of Borders
One we can step over without intention at all
And break.
But you are the God of wholeness,
You are the knitting together of what is broken,
You are the healing of what is fractured.
Lift us up gently in our brokenness,
Hold us close to you cheek to cheek
Until our cries subside,
Our tears are dried,
And we are one, complete in you.
3.30.14
Believe it. 
The day after the reading of Christ healing the blind beggar, thanks for a lighter way to consider my faults. Love the image of God holding us cheek to cheek. Thanks, brother.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. Sometimes these truths just attack gently.
It’ll be alright in the end. If it’s not alright, it’s not the end.
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