Colors of Brokenness, by Penny Heilman
A fallen leaf before its time
While others flourished green
Torn and taken from the tree
O spinning, spiraling me
Why did the others get to stay
While I was called to wither
And take my place here on the dust
Where frightening creatures
slither
slither
The view was better from up high
So clear and undisturbed
But since I’ve settled to the
ground
ground
My vision has been blurred
Rays of hope from the sun
Visit on occasion
Revealing shades I’ve never seen
Around my deep abrasion
Yet in the shadow of the wound
I cannot remain
The colors of my brokenness
Bring peace into the pain
A fallen leaf before its time
Offensive still it seems
Yet being transformed by God’s
hand
hand
O changing, colorful me
© 2012 Penny Heilman
