Broken Things

A few odd things sit on the mantle,
none of them perfect,
one or two of them broken,
keepsakes of a life lived imperfectly,

but well worth remembering,
a tale of untold stories and truths
hidden behind a mild exterior,
of a heart that beats too fast
and a mind that works slowly,
laboring to keep up,
laboring to make sense of it’s own wildness,
it’s hunger to know God and love
and make sense of the madness and the beauty
and the hope you carry
when all the evidence says that hope
is madness indeed.

And these things?
They have little value,
save to remind you of the journey,
and that even when things are broken,
they have value.

About this poem

One of my most persistent sayings is “We are all a little broken.”.  That brokenness does not rob us of value. But it does make it hard for some people to understand and see the treasure within. If you find someone who treasures your brokenness as much as your beauty…… it’s a wonderful thing.

Tom