Breaking, by Todd Jenkins

It’s a joy to be able to re-post one of Todd Jenkins’ wonderful poems from his blog Tuesday’s Muse. To read more go here

When the hermetic seal gives way,
when the paint begins to wear,
when the corners chip away,

when the fissure runs all the way
through and straight down the middle,
and even when the pieces crumble
so small that a team of forensic scientists
couldn’t possibly reassemble your life,

I want you to know that God is with you –
has been with you all along –
and not the angry, “Tsk, tsk, tsk!”
God of your fearful imaginings,

but the Holding, Weeping, Tender
God of Grace whose grip is both
so gentle and expansive that
all of your fragments are held under
the delicate flow of Love’s fountain,

so that you can be watered and nourished
into a resilient flower of Hope,
reflecting divine Mercy for all the rest
of us cracked souls to see.