Holy. Holey.
Hold
these truths
together.
image by Heather Cole for pixabay
The tingle
behind your eyes
that announces
tears does not
distinguish—
grief, wonder, rage,
ecstasy. Sacred
rivers etch lines
luminous as kintsugi,
repair that does not
hide trauma but
trans-
forms fissures,
recasting brokenness
in beauty, held
wholly holy.
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beautiful – touched my heart
Wow! I just found this. Congratulations, Kipp! Sparely and eloquently you’ve captured truth I’ve lived; the beauty and necessity of brokenness.
Bravo!
Becky