Cannot be fixed
They lie shattered on the floor–
in pieces so tiny that you can’t even sweep them up
without cutting yourself.
I can’t help but think God, that we broke Afghanistan
and then we left it shattered, for someone else
to clean up,
and sustain the injuries.
And thoughts and prayers
aren’t going to do much
in a situation like this
But I know that I too bear some
responsibility for the glass upon the floor.
And maybe God, next time, we can stay out of the China Shop
where we don’t belong
so we don’t break
into pieces anymore.
Not breaking things seems a good prayer to make God.
Help us not to break things,
Feel free to share and adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta