It cannot hold,
so, let it go,
let it
drop, crash,
shatter, smash to the ground,
let it fall…
let it be…
broken…
+
then in the pieces
dare to weep, and cry and shout,
to stamp,
to question,
to give vent to your doubts…
for all is broken…
let it be
broken….
+
only here the miracle
can begin to birth
new life,
a new form,
messy, ,
life from brokeness,
life reborn, wet and sticky with promise,
fragile,
vulnerable,
new….
let it be…
let go
be…
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About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons).
I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!
I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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