I fall
like a dropped
tea cup
heading toward
the floor.
I know
I will be shattered
into a hundred
parts, never
to be quite
the same again
no matter
how patiently
careful hands
might glue me
back together.
Yet I descend
willingly,
believing
my salvation
comes only from
breaking.
In love,
I hold out my hands,
palms outward,
and I plead
take me,
take me down
so that I can rise
again,
renewed.
All I am saying is
break my chains,
you know what they are,
the ones that keep
me alone in
a universe
of my own making.
All I am saying is
I want to grow
to the sky
but to do so
I must be wildly pruned
to the ground sometimes
God, I am willing
I am so willing
to love
and be loved.
So please,
break me,
empty me,
release me,
free me
to make it so.
This poem was inspired by the events at the 2004 Community Building
Gathering at the San
Damiano Retreat Center in Danville, California.
