Geology of a Broken Heart

Charis, Lake Ediza, California, 1937, by Edward Weston

The Mag # 142

Also linking with Imaginary Gardens open link Monday.

"God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces". ~Author Unknown

We cautiously excavate our  life like a young geologist

unsure of what to let lay and what to keep.

Digging through each hurt like rubble

and dusting off the loss for all to see.

We examine all the evidence of life

hypothesizing the source of pain

looking for some reason

hoping for proof or someone to blame.

We leave ourselves wide open

when we search with eyes closed tight.

Trudging further in the mud instead

of digging deeper down inside.

We take on the heavy burden

to somehow carry on the journey home.

Never understanding these worn artifacts

were not meant for us to bear alone.

I believe that the process of recovery and the lesson of letting go is an ongoing journey we never stop re-learning.  Life is full of adversity that we must face everyday, and like choosing salad verses french fries, it is a constant choice. With every problem that arises (and trust me, they will show up, like an unwanted bill in the mail), we have the power to give it to God, and seek His guidance, or to hold on to the situation ourselves, and lean on our own strength and will.  I choose the lighter option. :-)