Shattered Reflections

Beauty from the Broken

If you read through the gospels, it’s clear from the words that Jesus speaks and even the way that he lives that he calls his followers to a life of denial. Utter abandon, really. Leave everything and follow me. Hate your mother and your brother, and enter my kingdom. Sell all you have, then come …

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Like mist on a roaring night He came in through violent cries Soft, innocent, simple Like a snowflake on your cheek And yet he held Earth’s destiny in his tiny clenched fist Bright star, dispelling hopelessness, The promised King came forth in innocence Peace confronted violence And yet his love was brutal and his purpose …

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The blue-green of his eyes reflect the agitated waves, which reflect the churning sky. Reflection upon reflection. An imitation of origination. See, the storm only mirrors—and that, dimly—the raging paradox of beauty and fury that composes his identity. I see it in his eyes, in the swirling colors. And when he laughs, the sound breaks …

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