Is this love?You tell me it is,And I am left to wonderWhy it has toHurt this much
Sometimes I wishYou would take your loveAnd hide it away—Some place where itCan’t break me anymore
But you won’t do that;Love doesn’t leave,You say, even when itCosts us everything
I am revisiting the poems I wrote last year during the Poem-A-Day Challenge over at Poetic Asides and this one strikes a chord today in light of all that God is teaching me about the hard beauty of brokenness. Even when brokenness is sacred, the pain of being broken can blind us to the pouring forth of God. And we cry out for relief, to be hidden from the One Who breaks us. But the greatest mystery is this: Even when we beg Him to leave us--He doesn't. A year after writing this poem, I couldn't be more grateful for the God Who doesn't leave, the God Who breaks us with His Love, the God Who heals us with Himself.