Broken

A hundred thousand souls need saving

A hundred thousand ways to start

Broken city broken hearts

Broken children broken adults

Homeless, houseless,

Christless, purposeless

Deprived of safety

Deprived of love

Hurt from childhood

Broken since birth

Pain builds walls

Friction adds layers

Cemented between their walls

In the cement city of their birth

In the rut of hate and pain

Leading to more hate and pain

Under blue skies blue hearts turn black

Uncomforted sadness reaps sin

Started in sin when young

Continuing in same with age

Old ruts new ruins

Rut breaker makes roads

Heart healer melts rock

Wall feller builds bridges

Rut-breaker, heart-healer, wall-feller: one

Love-giver, purpose-maker, hope-spreader: one

One way

One path

One God

One.

Beth Anne's Poetry