lie scattered on the ground,
barely visible to most who walk by.
many never even see the broken pieces.
some who do notice step carefully around
so as not to get hurt or cut or contaminated
in some way.
others who notice simply
walk on top of those
pieces of glass,
seeming to care not
about either the glass
or any harm to themselves.
occasionally someone will pause
and bend down for a closer look,
perhaps even wondering in what
shape or form the broken pieces
once existed, seeing with eyes
of compassion for that which
once certainly held beauty
and worth and value.
now suppose those broken shards
of glass represent
a life.
a heart.
a human being.
someone made in the image
of our Father.
around us are broken
and bleeding and bruised.
some we do not know, yet others
are faces familiar, perhaps friend
or even family.
and the Father speaks to me
in a whisper intense pressing
on my heart...
"My child,
every life and every heart is equal.
the depth of My love does not vary by
race or religion or gender or position or
any label this world might place on them
or any category into which they so
conveniently appear to fit.
I simply ask that you love them just as
I have loved you.
and many lives lying shattered
on the ground belong to Me, My child.
oh appearances might suggest otherwise,
but I look at the heart and know them.
some are running as far and as fast
as possible from My arms of love,
yet still they are Mine
and never do I need to
rewrite a person's name
on the palms of My hands!
and a life which seems unredeemable,
broken and crushed beyond all hope
is in actuality a testimony in progress
of My mercy and My grace!
and in the brokenness
My light shines and shimmers
and a kaleidoscope of colors
dance and swirl as the light of
My redeeming love glimmers and
illuminates and radiates
as darkness is driven out
and
the
broken
is restored.
Beautiful Truth!
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