broken

church is poetry. poetry is life.
a life well lived.

look into another’s eyes,
what do you see?
they say everything is ok,
masquerading lies,
their soul screaming in disbelief.

helpless, the healer,
sees the child
broken, in pain,
wondering how
anything will change.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27

Peace, J

Posted on 06/26/201607/02/2016 Posted in PoetryTagged mental well-being

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Shadeau says:

06/26/2016 at 4:02 pm

Oh this is a fabulous post, Jeanne–excellent message/verse. God bless you today and all this coming week 🙂

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  06/26/2016 at 4:53 pm
  
  😄
  
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2. Jeanne says:
  
  06/26/2016 at 4:54 pm
  
  Have a great week too! 🎶
  
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  1. Shadeau says:
    
    06/26/2016 at 5:51 pm
    
    I plan to 🙂
    
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emotionsoflife2016 says:

06/26/2016 at 8:36 am

Marvelous

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whisperer2darkness says:

06/26/2016 at 5:11 am

I love the message

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