God’s heart broke open
when we chose to leave it,
bursting through walls of warmth
meant to nurture,
but misperceived as barriers to freedom.
Out here in the windswept world
where many wander alone,
each their own god
confusedly crashing into each other,
our hearts are often wounded
—and burst open—
red mouths gaping with sorrow.
Who can understand our pain?
Who can heal our shattered souls?
Is there one who has suffered like us,
and survived? Yet more…has triumphed?
Go to Him.
His heart is open still
yearning with the vulnerable expectation of love…
Will you have the humble courage