Hello, you who think you are broken, when shards cut your heart. Cherish the beautiful cracks in you so that God's light can seep inside... like sunshine warming your face in spring. The long-awaited vision suffocates your transparency and closes the moment of the door. Life is life, and sometimes everything collapes as a storm's wild rampage spreads over the earth. You who are broken, continue to breathe one breath and the next until you dare to believe you are complete. /Ingela
There is a grace in the skies,
at sunrise… at sunset.
Let’s just call it freedom…
Yet so many insensibly move along,
feet shuffling on the miracle of earth,
and eyes fixated on pavement,
wholly oblivious to the gift of everything
alive, and unfolding.
I’m on the boarder-land
of clichés here,
but what to do?
Sky, color, wind, clouds…
we’ve seen them a million times before…
Man’s mind goes to sleep
with too much familiarity.
And that is the exact point
I wish to make to you, somehow,
right here and now.
Perhaps by screaming in ink,
“Wake up, swipe your awareness clean—
Did you hear my exclamation point,
or is your mind shuffling by this poem