Glancing Outward

A stranger's eyes can tell stories

if you're the kind to see.

And sometimes the stories make me wonder,

is there love enough to fill the cracks in everyone?

And maybe that's the way it works.

When I was a child, I was told

God flows through us,

and I suppose the cracks would be a way...

No divinity in me responds to divinity in you.

No, but damage in me embraces damage in you,

the broken me forgives the broken you.

The emptiness in me sees the emptiness in you.

If I never cried, could I understand tears?

If I never hated, could I understand the burden?

Is love, perhaps, a way we say,

"You too?

Me too."

A shockingly simple thing, when one considers

how much it means.