Less Dead than You Think

Collapsed walls.
A roof opened to the sky.
A danger sign warning you
of falling bricks.

Parts and pieces lying on the ground.
Rubble,

at least to some.
But you too were rubble once,
and your resurrection taught you truth:
that all broken things
are the beginning,
not the end.

About this poem.

One: I’ve come back from utter brokenness. It was terrible, but now, years later, I appreciate the lesson it taught me – that love can bring back dead bones and dead hearts.

Two: I am off to a funeral later this morning. I have come to see funerals differently than I used to. Yes, they are a time to remember the person, but they are also a time to celebrate life after life.

From those two things, this poem.

Be well my friends. Live in joy.

Tom