Light invades through shattered dreams
bringing the warmth of promise,
rising above shadow's glance
grace's delight upon us.
My soul's window is broken
cracked and wounded by my shame,
exposing me to beauty;
healing seeps in despite the pain.
Fresh hope discovered through love
when pride's wall comes tumbling down,
guided by a God pursuing;
our strain in His mercy drown.
Scars display the journey taken
the richness found in deep places,
just highlighting the true blessings,
embraced through our living praises.
Note: Look out through your broken windows - there is light and beauty and fresh hope! A new day is rising and it is always filled with God's grace and strength - even if we cannot quite grasp or understand it yet.
This poem was a finalist in the
February 2025 poetry contest