Do not Grieve for All that’s Broken
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Anita Mathias wrote...
Bread must be broken to be eaten.
The grain of wheat split to live
The chrysalis crumble for the butterfly,
The egg splinter for the chicken
The snake moult to grow.
And sheets of coloured glass
Must be shattered
To be refashioned
Into stained glass
Through which--
In shafts of radiance
Like the love of God--
Rainbowed light
Can shine,
* * *
And I consider.
Did growth spring green
From my own brokenness?
Yes, it always does.
My rejected manuscript
Got me to hone my craft,
Again, more diligently.
Read more.
Write differently
—more simply.
The friendships which shattered
With shards of my heart--
Well, I sure won’t make those mistakes again
But treat precious friendships as what they are
Precious.
Burnt by fires I rashly lit,
Well, I guess I learned their dangers.
Turn down the heat before it rises,
I now say. Be governed by your head
And spirit--not by emotions.
* * *
There is much I have broken
and what stained glass,
what mosaic,
can I build with the shards?
I have extracted just this from the fires:
And it is worth the pain
For the peace it gives,
Its absolute wisdom.
I cannot do life by myself.
For if I do, I will drop and break
My beloved antique vases.
The best way I can handle
My dreams of writing
Is to hand them over to you
To blow through the molten glass
Of broken dreams:
Delicate faery things
Finances: oh, I cannot handle them,
I always feel I spend too much!!
But you are the brilliant,
the ultimate financial genius,
5 loaves to feed 5000. Wow!
I hand them over to you.
And my health,
My poor neglected body
I have undervalued all my life--
What can I do but turn over
The management of this body
You’ve made to you,
Asking for wisdom and grace
To not muck it up.
My children,
Well, your children really,
You made them,
Though I saw them emerge.
You manage them!!
I give you the rest of my life
More freely, more whole-heartedly
Than if I had not messed it up so much
You manage it my life, Lord
It’s now your worry. *
* “ A man once worried so much that he decided to hire someone to do his worrying for him. He found a man who agreed to be his hired worrier for a salary of $200,000 per year. After the man accepted the job, his first question to his boss was, "Where are you going to get $200,000 per year?" To which the man responded, "That's your worry.”
· Max Lucado, Traveling Light.
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