One tragedy, two sides, how many broken hearts?
Count the cost.
Take the next step, cross the threshold,
Eyes open wide to the pain ahead.
How did we become so fragile? How did we lose our way?
Are we willing to be misunderstood?
Place one bird upon the altar;
Knot the scarlet thread around the others’ ankle.
Dip it in the blood, watch it fly away.
Beauty for ashes – that’s always His way.
But ashes prove that something has been burned,
Cannot be recovered – will never be again what it once was.
Ashes – we all fall down.
Who will rise again? In the end,
There is no looking back.
You were always worth it.
The featured image is courtesy of Julie Jablonski and is used with her gracious permission for Cultivating and The Cultivating Project.
Athena lives and writes in Colorado Springs, where she can look up at the mountains and be reminded of the nearness of God. Hiking, reading, and spending time with her family are her passions. She and her husband, Jon, are actively involved in the Anselm Society, and they also run a ministry for blended families at their church. Whether through fiction, nonfiction or poetry, Athena loves to use words to paint portraits that display the work that God does within each person.