Light Breaks Through

Crack my skin like porcelain
Let me glow from the light inside
Amber suns fall over us
Heat bursting us to dust

We were only meant for beauty
Sunlight now, our core duty.

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Yesterday, many people remembered a moment of great sorrow in history. An innocent and kind Teacher of love, sent to die a most terrible death. Even as He died though, He spoke, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.” A Teacher of peace and forgiveness.

Tomorrow, many people will remember the third day of His death, the day that was prophesized and that day proven to be when He would appear, alive, defying death, and further declaring eternal life and hope. A powerful, gentle Sun that shines even now through the windows of each of our souls.

We are made of light. Candles, suns, electricity, or glowsticks, we all shine in our own way. The pain of this world will put cracks in our skin, but those cracks dont have to be a place of darkness. Sometimes cracks are the best places for our lights to shine with utmost beauty. The beauty we were all created for. Cracks don’t have to defeat us. They can make us stronger too. One might say that Teacher’s death was a thousand cracks breaking through to wonderful, perfect light laying beyond the flesh.

I once read about a Japanese tradition of replacing cracks in pottery with gold, Kintsukuroi, or “Golden Repair.” The practice shows that our cracks say not that we are broken, but that we have lived. That we have stories and memories. Lessons and beauty we have learned. You are golden. You are light. You are forgiven. Shine.

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