Beauty in the Broken

This was written on 9/7.
Little would I know how necessary it would be.

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Beauty in the Broken

by Lyn Marinello    9/7/25

 

Sometimes there are scars, as visible as day from night

Shredded skin and missing parts, wounds from an obvious fight

And then there is the damage, so deep it punctures soul

Fractures, frays and fragments, taking pieces as its toll

Injuries untended. No marks to leave a tale

Just chips and cracks and crevices as we arduously travail

Constant bands of belittlement, a fragile ego breaks

A tempered, timid spirit disintegrates and flakes

And when there’s just a pile of flesh and battered bone

The greatest architect and artist steps off His mighty throne

He doesn’t see a worthless heap, too destitute for repair

He begins His diligence with the utmost love and care

He rebuilds what’s been destroyed and resurrects with grace

Gathers aches and pains, indignities and will skillfully efface

Fists and feet cause visible trauma. Powerfully harmful words are spoken

But God’s still the master of miracles. He knows there’s beauty in the broken