Breaking

Photo by Jennie R. Jenkins

When the hermetic seal gives way,

when the paint begins to wear,

when the corners chip away,

when the fissure runs all the way

through and straight down the middle,

and even when the pieces crumble

so small that a team of forensic scientists

couldn't possibly reassemble your life,

I want you to know that God is with you –

has been with you all along –

and not the angry, "Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

God of your fearful imaginings,

but the Holding, Weeping, Tender

God of Grace whose grip is both

so gentle and expansive that

all of your fragments are held under

the delicate flow of Love's fountain,

so that you can be watered and nourished

into a resilient flower of Hope,

reflecting divine Mercy for all the rest

of us cracked souls to see.

© 2014 Todd Jenkins