My Brokenness . . .

My brokenness has broken you;
your brokenness has broken me.
We are one--
community,
body.
I may not feel all your pain,
but it leaves me bleeding,
leaking life;
you may not see all my wounds,
but my pain pierces you,
causes you to limp,
to wonder.
O Head, sacred and whole,
do you not see your dying bride?
Send Spirit to flow
through this dysfunctional organism,
this seeping sore--
Your church,
Your community,
Your body.
We are groaning and crying for redemption.

Lilly Sept 1/11