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