sweetly broken

sometimes the right words come,
without us even understanding what they mean.

and the trick is not to get distracted by the cohesive, or dramatic flow from emotions alone
and forget the part where the truth weighs inside your stomach
like your heart falling
down from your chest

crashing heavily
into whats below

to really register
what those words mean

and from that pain
register truth

and have it affect your life
your actions,
each inhale
and exhale

of undeserved breath

God is merciful
God is kind


i think sometimes we'd almost rather that He wasn't
so we could provide our own solutions
and justify our own pain

...rather than letting, or registering
that Jesus' death on the Cross
already has


"it is finished."

...and then we were free.


we're still sinners
we still hurt
each other
and ourselves (sometimes as a response to hurting others)


but register the weight
of that truth
and the magnitude
of that sin

not to be
trapped
and overpowered

but to realize
the earth shaking truth
and liberating wonder
of one act

of overwhelming
all encompassing
perfectly loving
and forgiving
grace

Jesus died on the cross for us.

"it is finished."

...and then we were free.