A Thought, a Heartbreak, and a Poem

So, just an update: I was on the Urban Plunge that Regis University offers, over these last few days, which is why I didn’t post.  With that in mind, I just want to say that it was an experience that I could never have expected. I’m incredibly grateful for everything that happened these last few days, and for all of humanity. I got a glimpse into some of the things that Denver’s homeless, and urban-poor, face. It was truly heartbreaking, and eye-opening. I wrote a poem over the weekend (or to be more specifically, last night) that I want to share. But, before I get to that, just a handful of things.

I redesigned the blog, a little bit. There is a bit more functionality now that it was missing before. I’m also really grateful to everyone that has continued to support the blog. Thank you all.

Alright, here’s the poem, which as of right now, remains untitled.

Sometimes it is good to let your heart
break.

Not with romantic love, not with
the kind of grandiose heart
break that makes people move
across countries and start
“completely anew.”

No, that heart
break is far too dramatic,
a far-fetched attempt to justify
a shift in suddenly having
something be gone, a phantom
standing in place of
that which was lost.

It is good to let your heart be
broken by the little things.

It is right and just to let your heart be
broken by a father, sitting in a park,
watching his young, sleeping child while he
sees you approaching, lowering his gaze, and
clutching his bag more tightly.

It is worthwhile to let your heart be
broken by a group of “friends” excluding
you, making you feel as though you
don’t exactly fit
in with them, or that your
contributions aren’t as
important.

It is important to let your heart be
broken at the sight of a man,
old, fairly feeble, and not feeling
completely “in his element,” be
yelled at by the bus driver,
and watching a woman, who only
moments before was looking mean,
help the man, in her sweetest tone,
sit down, in compliance of the
bus driver.

It is altogether loving to let your heart be
broken by minor transgressions,
passing comments, faces hardly seen, if even
heard, so that your heart may feel more
tender, your eyes more soft, and your
words more humble.

Sometimes it is good to let your heart
break, both so that God may fix it,
and so that He can stir you to help
fix someone else’s heartbreak more
completely.

Ultimately,
it is good to let your heart
break because a broken heart
still works.

Peace.

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