Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am functioning but broken, I still answer the calls. send the emails and keep the days moving because life does not pause for pain. To everyone looking in I seem like I have things under control. Inside, burnout sits on my chest like a heavy bag of cold, wet sand. It turns the simple act of getting out of bed into a cold, solid, concrete wall that I just cannot climb over. I lie there in the quiet... watching the light shift across the wall, staring at the dirty clothes, the unwashed dishes and the dust gathering on the sill. My mind a rollercoaster of emotions flying on a loop. I wonder how I am supposed to keep going. Will the medicine kick in because I ran out of strength three weeks ago. How do you choose joy when you are carrying a shattered heart in a working body? You stop pretending you can lift that weight yourself. You just lay your head back on the pillow and let the Lord step right into the cluttered room. He doesn't stand in the doorway shaking His head. He steps right over the pile of unfinished work, walks through the dark corners of your mind and sits down on the dusty floor beside the bed. He reaches out with calloused hands, places them right over that cold, wet sand on your chest. Pulls your shaking fingers into His own. He breathes in slow. Teaching your lungs how to take the very next breath. Joy isn't pretending the mess went away. It is looking down and seeing the Lord sitting right there in the dirt with you. His sleeves rolled up and His palms warm against your skin. It is Him gently turning your face away from the wreckage, wiping the sweat and tears off your cheeks and letting you know it is okay to rest while He sits guard over your soul. I am functioning but broken, yes. I am standing in a life covered in dust and scattered pieces. We are in this together now, walking this long road side by side, taking it one single step at a time as I reach out to touch the hem of His garment.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)