Beautiful Brokenness

The most beautiful part of community is brokenness
A heart releases all anxious weight
stolen identities and fearful anger fall
To find refined value
Sitting in broken company pierces
the fortified walls of insecurity

A poetic existence of porcelain masks
Through the cracks we find others
aware of their own
Together you move along
not valuing of the porcelain
Increasingly aware of each other's beauty.

Who is a lier to condemn?
Who is a saint to guide?
Who better to encourage than a cripple?
Who better to dream than the lame?
For theirs is the purest perspective

The most beautiful part of community is brokenness
The purest gifts have no measurable value
such is a fellow broken heart
Repayment is out of the question by way of impossibility
in the same way
Gratitude escapes any expression due to magnitude

A broken community cannot be shaken
shamed
or sold
There is no comparison
There is no dominatino
there is only submission
there is only humility

"You cannot 'produce' trust just like you cannot 'do' humility; it either is or it isn't."

To the friends have have seen me through hard times. To the confidants that helped me to see.
To those who sought me out. To the artists who teased my soul to life.
You are PRICELESS to me. Your souls surround me like a HUGE stain glass window,
and GOD shines through it. HIS spirit dances in you and speaks through you.