Blessed are the Broken

Today’s Focail do a Chara

Blessed are the broken — the broken pieces of our hearts that lie bleeding, beating tirelessly, relentlessly even through the pain.

Blessed are the broken — the broken promises that were never voiced and were never meant to be.

Blessed are the broken — the broken dreams that lost their way and fell in a ruin of despair and disappointment.

Blessed are the broken — the broken lives that crumble under burdens and bullies, that fall to their knees from the weight of it all.

Blessed are the broken, for they can feel the healing power of love, trust the glimpses of the holy peering through the brokenness, see a way anew, lift themselves up and know they are never alone. Blessed are the broken, for they shall touch the power of love.

Blessed are the healed.

The broken hearts fused with the gold luster of love,

The clouds of confusion parted with pure light,

The hardness of disappointment melted by the warmth of faith,

The prison of despair unlocked by the key of hope,

The heaviness of grief freed by the weightless

moments of joy.

Bless my struggles,

my questions,

my grieving of the unknown giving way to the even more unknown.

Bless my empty hands

and longing heart

and sadness for what, I don’t even know.

Bless this place where I am,

This place barren and empty,

dark and vast,

this place of silence and emptiness and darkness and

unknownness.

Bless my questions.

Bless my longings.

And bless my willingness

to wait

for the winds to blow me

to my destiny.

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