Beautifully Broken

I have something incurable . . . It's almost a disease, like a disaster, like a storm. More than a broken wave it crashes . . . Pain curls like cuts of rain.

When you've been ill for the pieces of the moments you take and try to make days out of (like you're never going to feel whole or well again, in the terms of 100 percent beings anyway,) it's easy '" O so easy '" to get discouraged.

But, I write this to you now in the knowledge of pure hell, and at the top of one crag, looking out over fuchsia fog . . . over a perfect valley . . . knowing all the while that another mountainous battle, a painful journey awaits ahead to takes its place, to take wind of beauty and a silent moment of peace during a tornado whirlwind of life's glorious battles and bruises.

Still . . . can you hear the still?

Still . . . it's a beautifully broken road we walk . . .

. . . though our feet be stale from chastened souls kicking gravel and sores of old . . . it remains thus . . .

A bEaUtIfUlLy BrOkEn PaTh We TrOd . . .

Funny thing . . .

I awoke today feeling absolutely terrible. Rain confirms the melancholy mood.

But, a stranger of a thing happened still . . . I fell . . . Into what, you may inquire of answers. But, I have none to impart . . . only a word that follows like a train of a bride. The bride being the happenstance and the train being the best thing at the moment . . . at that lifetime . . . to define such a beauty.

The word . . .

LoVe

Then, I felt a little stronger . . . the sun pokes its nose around the clouds.

lOvE

It meant to conquer all . . . And, it does . . . when that sojourner knows just how far this kind of love went and still goes . . . to save . . . to heal . . . to bind the broken and to kneel . . . This love . . . it's crazy. Like nothing you've ever realized before now . . . before love came to be broken and scorned . . . shattered and torn like you and me. But, even this can be fuzzy at times.

But, a crazy love nonetheless.

Ah . . . yes . . .

A beautifully broken path we trod . . .

In a beautifully broken way.

And, that love travels all the while with us.