Broken Dreams
I tried to be clever,
Carrying too much in my hands.
Inevitably, the glass did sever,
Shattering on the floor, lands.
Can I draw parallels,
With my broken dreams?
God’s too, when He breathed life into dust particles
But we, His people, became broken vessels
Living off dry, earthly streams.
In this season, God’s promises
Seem improbable.
Broken vessels are the masses,
Spirit-God, do the impossible…
Mend my distorted dreams today;
Bringing peace where there seems no stay.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Broken Dreams
I tried to be clever,
Carrying too much in my hands.
Inevitably, the glass did sever,
Shattering on the floor, lands.
Can I draw parallels,
With my broken dreams?
God’s too, when He breathed life into dust particles
But we, His people, became broken vessels
Living off dry, earthly streams.
In this season, God’s promises
Seem improbable.
Broken vessels are the masses,
Spirit-God, do the impossible…
Mend my distorted dreams today;
Bringing peace where there seems no stay.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. This year, I am giving up chocolate and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
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