Fragile inside
Feeling so easy to break
In this moment I can’t escape
The predicament of being human
Juxtaposed with poverty
Treasure within a jar of clay
Held most tenderly with loving-kindness
Every piece and part of who I am
Cherished, loved and embraced
I stand and survey the scene
A painful poignant tapestry
Interwoven beauty and brokenness
The needle and thread penetrating and piercing the canvass of my soul
In weakness I am held
For me there is no other way
Than to yield again to kindness
Gently and patiently lifting my face
To look into His eyes
Full of love and tenderness
I gulp in gasps of life giving oxygen
Grace diffusing into my spiritual bloodstream
Bruised and sometimes battered down
I am radiant and alive
Transformed and transfigured
Broken yet beautiful
© Richard H H Johnston