A Shaky Hallelujah

I would weep for the way things are
were it not that I am busy celebrating,
stumbling over my shaky hallelujahs,
wounded and still singing.
Praise parts the lips
 of any mortal pain I might attempt to entertain,
After all this is probably about
 the best that we lovers can do
with the broken pieces we have gathered
and struggle to share.
I would weep for all our imperfections,
our failed attempts at giving;
at coming together...I would weep,
were it not for the praise I raise like a banner
for our gallant effort.
This is our sacred opportunity
to trespass on a holy place of higher Intention. And
Is it not in the end that very truth of human nature,
the  thing that infuses it with  something divine?
How can I weep when I am busy celebrating
this gift that is yours and mine?

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

and we love as best the broken can don't we? And isn't it the broken who know the most of what love truly is?

[Emily B]

oh, yes . . . and what an amazing gift!

[Ed Hart]

Oh, tis true, tis true...