Fragments of My Life
Broken pieces Fragments scattered everywhere Attempts to put it back together fail Like a jigsaw puzzle in a whirlwind It can't be like before Broken Then he walks in from the east On the periphery Barely noticed I see him Radiant smile All piercing eyes that know me … that see right through me The hearty belly laugh of someone who doesn't have a care in the world I'm held He cares I breathe Ancient ruins Scratching in the dust Foundations are there Everything else lost in the whirlwind Is rebuilding possible? Perhaps, but not like before It just can't be On his knees he digs with me I see his scars Momentarily I'm caught off guard He laughs again Realisation dawns I know I'll be alright He's making all things new
(Photo Credit top of page: Convict Ruins at Stanley, Tasmania by Mark Darling)
Mark Darling has a background in psychology and applied neuroscience. He is currently exploring the high country of grace and finding many delightful places of rest for the soul. Mark enjoys surfing, bush walking, making music, good food and laughter in the company of friends. He resides on Queensland's Sunshine Coast and has two grown children.