Many spiritual paths talk about the metaphors of light and reflection — and a few use metaphors of mirrors and mirroring. I often wonder about “holding someone in the light” (as my Friends from the Quaker community say) and seeking the light of God in humanity.
But what about when the mirrors of our heart are broken? What happens to the light shining through when the glass/window/mirror is fractured? And aren’t we all?
I saw an image that led me to sit with that image, and this is a poem that came to my own fractured, healing heart.
Where the Light Enters Youbroken 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.