Broken

Broken and cracked Proverbs 18:14 

14 A person’s spirit sustains him through sickness—
but who can bear a crushed spirit?

 

Spiritual sickness ... what a thought?

Who can recognize it?

What are the symptoms ... where the cure?

What medicine to prescribe it?

 

Who would be the doctor ... who to turn too?

Or what if I don’t feel sick?

Many questions ... just one answer

and that the conscience picks.

 

If it is broken ... can I feel it?

Does it concentrate my attention?

Nothing else matters now

and gone is all pretension

 

 

I know for sure that I’m helpless

just the fact ... that I fell apart.

There is a hunger to be healed

deep in the desires of my heart.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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