Wholeness and brokenness (reflecting on the honesty of the gospels)
Wholeness and brokenness
can be strangely misleading.
We wear our “wholeness”
like a badge of honour
seldom recognising
that it is a shield;
our prized vulnerability a mask
deflecting gazes
which we fear
may linger too long
and see what is within.
Yet, if we could but own
our brokenness -
find it held by fellow-pilgrims
as a sacrament -
we may yet discover
that in our fragile, broken selves
we are more whole
than ever we were
hiding behind our strength;
and where we see only fracture
God sees instead
a window
through which
His light and life
may flow.
By Jeannie Kendall