Jagged Edges
“Should we deny ourselves pain, we would deny ourselves entry through many doors in our heart leading to where our soul patiently waits.” Poet
Many cannot conceive truths the faithful believe,
such as jagged edges lead us to deep places
where tranquility waits to be reality.
If only brains could disengage that souls alone
decided what to leave behind or closely hold.
When I stumble from life's roughness and bruises swell,
I cannot help but deep dwell in my heart and soul
where my injured bits sit ripped in cramped, frozen fits.
If we do not hurt, we do not bleed a true need
to learn which medical aids best persuade healings.
Life often snags me in jagged edged episodes
until I repair all frailty-stretched through prayer
and place it in my Father's hands of perfect grace.
The more jagged edges adhere, tagged for repair,
the more need we build to yearn for and turn to God
which grows awareness of our true depth caresses.
Fear no roughness on your heart but recall toughness
in your faith that will divinely define what gift
the rift can bring forth, be it soul growth or knowledge.
Jagged edges can teach us more than a college.
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