"To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace."
- Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
Morning pokes a hole
in the nightmare fabric
of my tortured dreams.
Sunlight floods in,
soothing my heart
with green and bird song
and the gentleness
of flowing creek water.
Unexpected respite;
undeserved relief.
Coffee and Mozart
in a cathedral of trees;
a wafting breeze
caressing my mortal skin.
All good reasons
to try
to live another day.
Funny how often
beauty follows despair;
how the voice of God
lifts and sings out
in the jagged desert
of the broken soul.
Perhaps, this
is what is meant
by Grace.
- mce
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