Living in these latter days, rubble of our telestial world surrounds us. Wickedness and iniquity abound. Men crazed by diverse lusts create widespread harm. We have seen this happen this week with the bombing in Boston. My community saw it today with the suicide of a young teenager in our town.
But, sadness and wickedness is not the end! Christ and His infinite love, mercy, and glory prevail. He always will!
Because I was disturbed by the recent events, this evening I wrote a poem. I am only an amateur poet, but I'm pleased with how it turned out. It depicts my faith that Jesus Christ can and will heal us.
Healer of Hearts
Understanding what's
been done,
But, sadness and wickedness is not the end! Christ and His infinite love, mercy, and glory prevail. He always will!
Because I was disturbed by the recent events, this evening I wrote a poem. I am only an amateur poet, but I'm pleased with how it turned out. It depicts my faith that Jesus Christ can and will heal us.
Healer of Hearts
Amidst the clamor of
tragedy and woe
A man sweeps up the
shattered fragments
Of all the broken
hearts,
Splintered by the
shrapnel
Spraying from a
wounded world-
A planet pierced by
poison darts
Of cunning crafters.
In the safety of an
empty room
With sunlight
streaming in,
He lays the shards
he carefully gathered,
Calmly on the
ground.
Appraising every
piece,
Understanding what's
been done,
One by one he
gingerly
Lifts each fragment-
His fingers
caressing
The jagged edges of
the broken hearts.
Then, holding one
beloved piece
He scans the room
until
His eyes rest upon
A scrap which it
completes.
Bit by bit he pieces
The splinters of the hearts
Piece by piece
persisting
To heal the
shattered shards.
Then One day when he
searched the room
To find another
broken part ,
There were none,
and so he knew
He'd mended all his
cherished hearts.
