Healing (a prose poem)


Oh God we break,
Along fault lines you know well
Laid carefully in place from our conception.
The line between wholeness and fracture,
The line between 15 and 85,
Which we picture as broad an open and supple,
But all our lives it narrows and crumbles and crusts
Until it is the most tenuous of Borders
One we can step over without intention at all
And break.

But you are the God of wholeness,
You are the knitting together of what is broken,
You are the healing of what is fractured.
Lift us up gently in our brokenness,
Hold us close to you cheek to cheek
Until our cries subside,
Our tears are dried,
And we are one, complete in you.


About johnpmcginty

A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live on Long Island, New York. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and presently serve as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island
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2 Responses to Healing (a prose poem)

  1. pokeyone says:

    The day after the reading of Christ healing the blind beggar, thanks for a lighter way to consider my faults. Love the image of God holding us cheek to cheek. Thanks, brother.

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