Brokenness Heals

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Brokenness heals –
cracks wide our throbbing doors –
lets go, lets God,
lets out the flood that pours
from swollen skies.

There is no shame
in falling as we do,
leaning this way or that
to seize what’s true,
to make it ours.

Mistakes cut deep,
yet in the shade of
each resides new seed.
Raise up a welcome blade
of verdant green.

Let yourself breathe.
Embrace yourself. Believe
that all is well.
There is no pain God’s grace
will not dispel.

Look for Him in
the room of your own heart,
your room of suffering
where He holds part –
to bless and heal.

God’s love is real.

∞∞∞

This poem was inspired by a conference talk from Karl Hirst, given yesterday in the Saturday morning session of General Conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. “Where would Jesus choose as a place for us to meet?” he asked. His answer went straight to my soul: “The place of your private suffering.” The poem is simply my heartfelt response to those words.

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