He plastered cracks
with thin veneer,
deflected scrutiny
with hollow jokes
.
to laugh the scars
away; but meeting
Love has peeled his
bark’s resources,
.
stripped bare his
polyurethane.
Terror and pleasure
co-mingle in this
.
tango, the steps
of which elude his
balance; baring
all, he stands naked
.
and shivering, but
for the first time,
cracks are letting
the Light of life in…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
It’s not easy to live with cracks, but we are just cracked pots (2 Cor 4:7)…without them how else will His light escape us…fear not the brokenness but the solid wall.
Exactly the premise of this piece – how else but in naming and honouring our brokenness can we accept grace? Thanks Tina!
I agree with Tina … Thanks Melody … I think we can identify with and relate to others’ obvious cracks and weaknesses so much better than with pretended perfection …. Thanks for helping us be real 🙂
Thanks Heidi! I think the NA church could do with a dose of ‘real’ – imagine the difference that could make, being transparent!
Let Christ be seen instead of us
Right! And let them see a cracked people, who knows where to go with their wounds!
It’s always fascinating that it is the crack that lets the light in.
It rather sets our ideas of personal strength on their head, doesn’t it??
Yes, because we often say, I must not crack up, or break down, when it is the very thing that will probably bring the best result.
It’s very counter-intuitive. That’s what I am finding, is that in my weakest places, strength can grow – when I will admit the weakness! What a wonderful conundrum..