Where the Light Enters You broken window Sunlight Light shines through It was sunset What colors I am this window You, the light We are the brokenness Illuminated. The beauty is all of us This window, the brokenness, and the light is all us. We all broken Frac tured shat tered Somewhere in us there is a healing The Nur comes from beyond God is the Light. The One who gave me the wounds gives the healing We are Wounded healers Illuminated brokenness Poets and sages tell us: The Wound is where the Light enters you. I look at my own heart and see scars scars piled on scars So many deaths and yet, life-- Stubborn clings to me. Some see the injury, the pain the hurt. I caress the scar gently. This is where the healing and the light entered me. The scars tell me I lived through it all and grew. I survived. Even thrived. The wound the injury and the healing are now all a part of me. I pause now at all the broken windows O wonder! the broken window of my heart this scattered light How beautiful each of us the broken the unbroken the healing the light The survival.
“I said: what about my eyes? He said: Keep them on the road. I said: What about my passion? He said: Keep it burning. I said: What about my heart? He said: Tell me what you hold inside it? I said: Pain and sorrow. He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Rumi