The Cracks Within

The cracks are not of our choosing.
We long for them to disappear.
We would choose strength and perfection.
And if we did, the light would be held perfectly,
Framed within us, no chance of leaking out.
But the cracks let the light shine into the world,
As the cracks of crucifixion did for a dying rescuer,
One who looked lost and failing.
The cracks of that cross changed everything,
And mean that the cracks of our lives
Cannot contain the light… so leaks it towards others.
Like living water dribbling across a parched land,
The goodness of God shining out in crooked patterns,
Lighting up the narrow paths,
One small gleam at a time.

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