Monday, June 22, 2009

right now

I am very broken.


  1. I guess this is the first time I've commented, but I read every word here.

    Know I'm here to talk to. I love you. You have my number.

  2. To be honest, I'm a fan of your style of poetry a bit more than this one, but this poem is so true I couldn't help but think of it:

    In Nazareth, the narrow road,
    That tires the feet and steals the breath,
    Passes the place where once abode
    The Carpenter of Nazareth.

    And up and down the dusty way
    The village folk would often wend;
    And on the bench, beside Him, lay
    Their broken things for Him to mend.

    The maiden with the doll she broke,
    The woman with the broken chair,
    The man with broken plough, or yoke,
    Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”

    And each received the thing he sought,
    In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll;
    The broken thing which each had brought
    Returned again a perfect whole.

    So, up the hill the long years through,
    With heavy step and wistful eye,
    The burdened souls their way pursue,
    Uttering each the plaintive cry:

    “O Carpenter of Nazareth,
    This heart, that’s broken past repair,
    This life, that’s shattered nigh to death,
    Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”

    And by His kind and ready hand,
    His own sweet life is woven through
    Our broken lives, until they stand
    A New Creation—“all things new.”

    “The shattered [substance] of [the] heart,
    Desire, ambition, hope, and faith,
    Mould Thou into the perfect part,
    O, Carpenter of Nazareth!” --George Blair

    Annie, I think you are such a wonderful person and I am amazed at all of the things you are striving to rise above. There are a lot of things that go on in this ol' world of ours that make us feel broken -- please know that I, too am here for you and love you!


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