when we are not in touch with our own brokenness
our priorities are seldom in personal relationships and acts of love.
we create a false world made up of pretence and appearance
rather than true encounters.
in every person there is a part that is afraid of healing
that does not want change
a brokenness with which one has learned to live
and which seems safer than the unknown.
through our wounds
the power of God can penetrate us
and become like rivers of living water
to irrigate the arid earth within us.
thus we may irrigate the arid earth of others
so that hope and love are reborn.
we must not turn aside from our pain
our anguish and brokenness
our loneliness and emptiness
by pretending we are strong
but go deep within
down the ladder of our own being
until we discover,
like a seed
buried in the broken
ploughed earth of our own vulnerability,
the presence of Jesus,
the light shining in the darkness.
to see the beauty of the tiny flower
emerging in the vulnerable earth of our being
something so deep
that if not careful
you can walk on it
or pass it by
this flower that waits
to spring from the source of our being
melting from inside the coating of ice
gently dismantling the carefully built barriers
that have been constructed
around the vulnerability of our heart
because of fear.
like the rebirth of the child within
hidden deep within
that has been clouded over
by the need to prove oneself
to be adult
or by the need to defend oneself
and their exaggerated expectations