Broken

Dear God.
What world am I living in?
Too broken to rise, too empty to care.

Where is beauty?
She’s a dead woman
Ruined and repainted
-sold cheap at every corner.

Where is compassion?
Buried under flesh-
Under the gushing fat of Comfort
Slowly gutted to death
By the smiling excuses of Self love.

Where is Justice?
Hidden in heavy chains of cowardice
And irresponsibility
Poisoned by the pretty words and no action
That drip from mouths

Where is truth?
Screaming in the torture chamber of the world
Stretched and twisted beyond recognition.
To relieve guilt and satisfy desires

We are lost when we forget how to mourn.
When we look and turn away!
When we slash our own eyes out
To stop seeing reality

IT IS THEN
That we die.

Do you think you’re alive for yourself?

No.
I was not made blind to pain.
I was not made to be deaf to the cries of the helpless.
I am not here on this planet to TAKE.
Or gain.

I am here to go lower!
I am here to give everything up.
I am here to be broken
And weep as I realize 
What we’ve lost.

But also to heal
through the power of a God 
that has not abandoned me to myself.
To conquer death.
To end emptiness.

Where is God?
Inside you.