Just because we
re broken doesn’t mean we aren’t beautiful.
I’ve heard people sing of angels,
of heroes, saints and men…
But what of all the demons
they battle deep within?
But I look around our world,
and I see our cities’ streets.
And I’m wondering where this God
and this world of ours could meet…
It’s hard to know how to be there for someone in pain. Being a part of someone’s support system doesn’t mean pulling them out of whatever they are going though, it means sitting in it with them, and not leaving them alone.
With Halloween here, I thought I would share some of my reverie, in the form of a poem. When I wrote it, I wasn’t aiming for creepy. When I read it back, I was a little surprised at what I had done.