Fissures of Light
To give love is to receive it; to receive love is to give it.
We are cracked souls—
souls like ours.
The fissures worry,
but they are where
our light leaks out.
The lives we touch,
so dark,
can be lit,
shown the way—
and the broken can find
peace,
happiness,
a path
from being lost.
It is love.
It is love to give this way.
It is love.
It is love to receive this way.
Our light is love.
You are love.
You are loved.
If we can do it,
anyone can.
But these holes in our souls
are bi-directional;
darkness leaks in,
yet the light is so bright
we only notice it
when despair rises to destroy.
This does not mean
we are broken.
It means we are human.
And like those who need our light,
we need that of another
to flush out
that which diminishes
all mankind.
It is love.
It is love to give this way.
It is love.
It is love to receive this way.
Our light is love.
You are love.
You are loved.
This will not be your end.
The light within you
carries us all.
And when it dims,
I pray my light can
Lift your diminished self.
And if we both fail,
Let us fall into the
Hands of our Father
And the glory of his sun.
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