Break

It breaks me ever to see your cracks,
having been broken and broken before.
All along i didn't know that what i lacked
is the courage to just
knock open the door to which i already know.

It makes me wonder
if i could've done different
to cushion what have been erred
and to question the apparent.

Yet it is not for me to doubt
why these angles collected unfold this dimension
or why we chose to be down and out
and breathe not a word of mention.

It is already what it is
with time but just a rolling season
it breaks me to see this feast
of the past left to vultures bygone.

But i am reminded that as
you break, i break and we break,
Someone is truly broken for us
so that perhaps our pieces
a single piece they will one faraway day make.

And then this morning a friend helped me realise that there may be a different angle to look at things as we were talking about callings and ministries. I never really considered it before but it kind of makes sense. Ministry of accompaniment, he called it. Perhaps.