Thank you so much to Omid Safi for this beautiful poem.
Each time we allow our hearts to break open,
more space is cleared for love.
❤ Molly
Many spiritual paths talk about the metaphors of light and reflection — and a few use metaphors of mirrors and mirroring. I often wonder about “holding someone in the light” (as my Friends from the Quaker community say) and seeking the light of God in humanity.
But what about when the mirrors of our heart are broken? What happens to the light shining through when the glass/window/mirror is fractured? And aren’t we all?
I saw an image that led me to sit with that image, and this is a poem that came to my own fractured, healing heart.
Where the Light Enters You
broken window
Sunlight
Light shines through
It was sunset
What colors
I am this window
You,
the light
We are the brokenness
Illuminated.
The beauty
is all of us
This window,
the brokenness,
and the light
is all us.
We all broken
Frac tured
shat tered
Somewhere in us
there is
a healing
The Nur comes
from beyond
God is the Light.
The One
who gave me the wounds
gives the healing
We are
Wounded healers
Illuminated brokenness
Poets and sages tell us:
The Wound is where the Light enters you.
I look at my own heart
and see scars
scars piled on scars
So many deaths
and yet,
life--
Stubborn
clings to me.
Some see the injury,
the pain
the hurt.
I caress the scar
gently.
This is where the healing
and the light
entered me.
The scars tell me
I lived through it all
and grew.
I survived.
Even thrived.
The wound
the injury
and the healing
are now all a part of me.
I pause now
at all the broken windows
O wonder!
the broken window
of my heart
this scattered light
How beautiful each of us
the broken
the unbroken
the healing
the light
The survival.
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