Broken Vessel

To fix a problem, step back from it.

Stand back, way back, and look at the whole thing.

Figure it out, that's what you do.

Solve the puzzle, determine the solution and act on it.

You're good with puzzles, you've helped so many.

Everybody moves on, everybody gets better.

You will find a way to fix it, you love to fix things.

How do you fix this problem?

How can you make the blind see?

The cripple can't walk, nor the lame dance.

Tears flow ever down, pain bleeds and ruins it all.

Society can't tell you how to heal. The Devil doesn't know love.

When you bleed, you're the only one who can heal it.

Others can try, but until you open the door they can't get it.

Can't force the door, some part has to give.

Why won't it move?

Tired, sick. Tears mingle with blood. Broken clay can't be remade.

Throw it away, use fresh clay. This pain is more than I can bear.

This piece of heaven slipping away, my heart torn from my soul.

I just want to hold her and be her world. But my tears mask the way.

I can't live with this anymore, but I can't find the door.

I'm Fool's Gold. Heroes turn their back on me.

The door is blocked form the other side. The cup and key are no use.

This broken vessel can't help me, I need new hope.

Why does this haunt me? Why can't I move on and live with others?

My wings are trimmed, and no angel guides my path.

I am no hero. I try to repair damage I've done, but burnt bridges don't love.

One after another, their backs are turned. Words said over cold shoulders mean little.

Ancient wisdom tries to mend me, fix me, rebuild me whole.

Can't succeed, won't succeed. I simply don't know.

Temper down, kind words and caring. I've always tried thus.

This empty husk, this shell of echoes hold no life I can see.

How do you mend a broken vessel? How can the maker see?

Why would he face this broken pottery? Just toss it out and begin anew.

Throw the ruin in the flames and be done with it, broken vessels don't mend.

Should I cut off my right hand or left? Does it matter? Just throw it all away.

No fear, just sorrow and pain and lonliness. A broken vessel, abandoned by all.

I'm standing all alone.

Lost on my own.

Knowing not which way to go,

Nor which thought is right.



I don't know who you are.

Maybe one of those I've scarred.

I'm sorry love,

I didn't mean to hurt you so.



Mayhaps I don't know you yet.

However I will not bet,

That I will find you

No matter what.



I've done so many hurtful things.

I have little self-esteem.

I try to be proud, not to be loud,

But how can the proud be humble?


I've lost a dear brother.

And then I gained another.

Is one more dear?

No, this I don't fear.


Has my god forsaken me?

I sorely wish I could tell.

Perhaps by Grace then,

I wouldn't so fear Hell.


Every time I search for you,

I lose a piece of myself.

I fear that if I find you,

I'll be too torn to tell.


I see her face everywhere I go.

Every time I look, my heart hurts so.

Is she you? How can I know?

Her face, her friendship lays me low.


She will not face me, I made her bleed.

She scorns me, shuns me for the deed.

Her hurting tears me, cuts me so.

Her crying, her bleeding, they hurt me so.


I feel so weak, so drained of will.

Something is missing. I know that.

Do I lack purpose? Cause? Drive?

What is not here? What do I need?


I sleep soundly night after night.

Yet something still drags at me.

I feel so tired though I sleep more than most.

This heaviness confuses me, my mind in a fog.


I fear her face, it follows me.

I care so deeply for her.

But everytime I see her face,

My heart quails deep within me.


My beautiful friend, dearest friend.

How can this happen to me?

What do I feel that scares me so?

Oh, how I wish to know.


I feel so lost, alone and afriad.

I don't want pity, I feel so ashamed.

Where will it end? Will it ever be right?

Jesus, dear Jesus! Lend me your light!