Made Whole

For all that’s become broken
We look to be mended again.
In the midst of affliction
We hope to find peace.
Peace escapes us.

The heart is found heavy
Weighed down by burdens
Of reproach and shame.
No comfort lingers tonight
No pity is here.

All caught up in a whirlwind
That never settles down
Tossed from here to there
Stuck going everywhere,
Rest never comes.

No stopping to look around
At what is going on inside,
Or just outside the door.
Too busy amassing things,
We don’t want.

Are we just empty souls
Looking to fill our voids,
Left open and hallow,
By life come unhinged,
And worn down?

We are the weary ones
Hoping to find a way out,
Emptied out of who we are,
And what has transpired.
We are left undone.

We are the casualties
Of choices we’ve made.
Left wounded and hurting
By the gravity of it all.
We are broken.

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A voice speaks “come to me
All of you who are weary
and I will give you peace.
Find rest for your souls
For my burden is light.”