A very good friend of mine wrote a beautiful poem. With his permission, I would like to post it here.
I believe when you read this poem it will resonate with all of us. Especially at this time of year and this year in particular.
He asked to remain anonymous, so I am honoring his wishes.
Broken is Beautiful
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.
As beauty changes with each person, and also each day.
But pure beauty can only be seen when the inner light shines.
And how I knew you were destined for me to find.
A vase can hold beauty, or have it painted outside.
But the vase is most beautiful once its cracks are applied.
Filled with its memories, experience, and time.
Cracked and broken, its inner light still shines.
Just light a candle and place it inside.
The light passing through dances upon all it can see.
Light doesn’t need perfect, it needs to be able to shine.
It merely needs for its beauty to be seen.
The beholder comes along, watching the dancing light,
And gazes as it flickers across the walls.
He becomes consumed by the beauty of the sight,
And realizes so soon how quickly he falls.
But without the cracks in the vase,
The light would never shine through.
The dance would never be seen,
And the love could never be true.
So Broken is Beautiful,
As it allows the truth to shine.
Of the beauty that is yours,
And of the love that is mine.