Broken Glass

June 2, 2005

I hid
in many shattered
bits of broken glass...

The image was too much to see.
I took a hammer to the pane
and saved myself;
parceled out these parts of me;
the only means by which my mind
could bear the whole.

I’m lost
in many shattered
bits of broken glass...

A shard for love,
a shard for pain,
a shard for every fear...

This plethora of remnants
leaves me lame.

I must restore
these many shattered
bits of broken glass...

Never whole, the way it was...
Yet brokenness could prove
redemption's tool...

The cracks may serve
to keep me ever mindful
of the paths I walked
to find the place of rest.

And perhaps there’s
something to be said
for staying present
in the struggle for my sanity;
for staying here
as you help me
hurt and heal and find
these many shattered
bits of broken glass.