Here I am, Lord –



Tears are my most

loyal companion;

they trace the fault-lines

where sorrow cracks me wide.

Yet I take heart

as I think of You –


As buds are broken to release fragrance,

You were broken to release me.

The beauty of it

perfumes my pain,

gives it hope

and bloom.

For as Your deepest break

birthed your bravest flowers,

my broken

can blossom, too.

27 comments on “Broken

  1. Still the floral photo, but the text was a bit un-characteristic for you, Melody. “A time for everything under heaven.” You slipped pain in there, but gave it a beautiful dressing.

    • melodylowes says:

      Thanks Angie. Yes – not my usual fare. But this week has not been the usual week, either. And pain is just as much a part of it as joy – I write to help myself process my world and my experiences, and it happens that the road has taken one of those difficult turns just now. I so love the beautiful picture of brokenness that the Bible gives, the oxymoron of finding your life as you lose it. It helps me to meditate on these truths as I process…

  2. I love the picture, and am hoping the poem isn’t autobiographical. But if it is, I’m sorry and hope it gets better soon!

  3. Please God, let my brokenness bring you Glory!

  4. The idea of Him perfuming our pain is a powerful one, as pain really stinks. πŸ˜‰ Blessing of healing and hope to you. ❀ Shannon

  5. queenlorene says:

    Love this Melody, fabulous metaphors.

  6. Debbie says:

    I loved this , Melody .. thank you! It was like a Psalm to me.

  7. Gallivanta says:

    And so it can, and so it can.

  8. ljlenehan says:

    This is so beautiful! I really felt it…

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