The world is full of broken people
and my fragile soul cannot bear the weight
of this shattered place,
although I so often try.
I shed the tears,
feel the ache,
ask the questions,
pray the prayers for help, for healing.
I attempt to hold the heaviness
of pain, wondering, anger, effects of sin. . .
But it’s too much.
I am not Atlas,
able to carry the earth on my shoulders.
I stumble, crumple,
need Simon of Cyrene to carry my cross.
“I can’t do this!” I scream to the sky.
And He leans near and replies,
“I never asked you to.
I know you can’t.
That’s not how I made you.
I made you
to come
to Me.”
And I remember
He bore the weight of our sin
and holds the world–
this world of broken people–
in His nail-scarred hand
that also cradles
my fragile heart.
~Julie Hochstetler, Sept. 2021
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“The world is full of broken people” is a writing prompt I’ve seen, and I was also inspired by the following poem.
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K, @capturing_thoughts_ on Instagram
Then, I remembered.
I can’t carry the pain of this broken world.
But. . .
He did.
P.S. Would you like me to read more poems in the future? I’m not sure how I feel about it yet. . .
The emotion is there😍… Even if you did it sorta like a speech, that would be even more emotional… But it sounded very real, like you meant it.😉
It was a lot more emotional in my head and when I voice-messaged it to a friend. While recording it for this, I was a bit nervous and self-conscious (even though no one was around) and I also wanted it to be clear. But yeah, I did mean it. 😉 I think in my next post (or some near-future post), I’ll talk more about it/emotions/etc.
Thank you for commenting! 😊