Brokenness

After Isaiah 33

In the bottom of the hole,

bathed in darkness, then

I feel the hand extended,

thrust down through gloom

and mud, grabbing hold

of me and yanking me

upward through mud and dirt,

pulling me, covered

in filth, pulling me gasping

into the light.

Repeat:

In the midst of brokenness,

in the thick of destruction

and annihilation, left

with no alternatives, options

gone, strategy destroyed,

tactics trashed, nothing left

in my hands, nothing left

to give, then comes

the blessing.

Photograph by Linnaea Mallette via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.