A poem of gratitude #29:

The Outspokenness of Brokenness
by Michael Romani

Lord, if you'll forgive my outspokenness
How do you love us in our brokenness?
I get that you died for us on a crucifix
Wounded by my own pain, your love conflicts

With what seems to be my frail reason
As my eyes look forward into the coming season
It fascinates me that you show us all grace
Having looked us in the eye, face to face

Forgetting your love is my lack of humility
Just another droplet in the sea of tattered humanity
I spin my wheels lost in all of the darkness
Scarred by this world's tragic onset of harshness

Still, I am thankful for the slap back of your correction
Rebuked and sent with force again in the right direction
I am confused too often in the counting of my own scars
When my time would be better spent counting stars

It's really something how they burn on ever so bright
Set before us like a tapestry sparkling in the night
Each of these a potential wished on wish upon
As we learn to understand that our hope is never gone

Thank you, Lord, in all of your sacredness of divinity
For as much as I've believed in you, you believe in me
I see the evidence for this before my very own eyes
As I wake up every morning to each new sunrise

It's puzzling to me, the ways of the Devil's attitude
I am lost and confused how we can have less than gratitude
As you shape us into our best lives molded into cruciform
At least when we dare to have the courage to conform

Here I go again in my unrelenting moments of unspoken-ness
Truly, these thoughts and words are symptoms of my brokenness
I find that I do better when I trouble to listen intently
Trusting in your words, in you, quietly and quite contently

Thank you for loving me, teaching me, guiding me, despite me
The me that is less than a shadow to the least of your divinity
But too often I am filled with such tarnished, foolish pride
Until I am knocked back down learning that in you I can confide

Learning from you to watch and heed your example of the best ways
For me to live out the best of the rest of my last days
I often wonder why you still hold on and somehow believe in me
Forever and always thankful for your lessons tendered in humility

(c) November 29, 2019  Michael Romani
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