this broken one will find a
stillness in the fiercest storm
this broken one will wrest some
beauty from the mess
this broken one will seek out
comfort for the sore
this broken one

this broken one
will not keep from singing on
this broken one
will not lie down
this broken one
will not wait till kingdom come
this broken one

excerpt from “this broken one”

Imagine if we waited.

Imagine if we waited until we had everything all figured out in our minds before trying to make some sort of right out of the wrong we see.

Imagine if we waited until we were stronger, more assured, before trying to bring a little light to another’s darkness.

Sometimes it is precisely our loneliness that makes the lonely a little less so.

Sometimes it is our doubting which gives another confidence to ask faith’s questions.

Sometimes it is our brokenness which unbinds the imprisoned and sets them free.

This broken one will not wait till kingdom come…

How can I?

How can you?