Light Through the Cracks
When suffering is a place God dwells
My walls were split by grief I could not hide,
The fractures spreading deeper every year.
I patched with pride, with anger, even lies,
But still the shadows found their way in here.
Yet through the cracks a gentler light had grown,
A glow that whispered mercy through the scar.
I thought the break had left me all alone,
But Love had entered where the fractures are.
So suffering became its own disguise,
A hollowed place where holiness could start.
And though I cursed the wound that split my life,
It opened wide the chamber of my heart.
For God does not reside in walls of stone—
He makes His dwelling where the cracks are shown.
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Carolina Borges
I've been pouring my soul onto paper and word docs since 2014
Poet of motherhood, memory & quiet strength
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Comments (6)
I’m not Christian myself, but I still find this a beautiful expression of faith. It shows a love more profound and healing than anything earthly. Well done.
Wow, this made me tear up!! I was raised Christian, but it never really stuck, and it felt more pointless to me after I was diagnosed with MDD. But this is such a beautiful way to look at faith through the eyes of someone who has suffered, and the good and the light that can find its way in after the "storm" has settled. Thank you so much for sharing this. Its a beautiful and heartfelt poem!!
This is a lovely way of looking at things, thankyou for sharing xx
Such a moving and powerful piece, your imagery of cracks becoming openings for light and love is beautiful.
Beautiful truth… impressively wrapped in a sonnet! i love: “ Yet through the cracks a gentler light had grown, A glow that whispered mercy through the scar. I thought the break had left me all alone, But Love had entered where the fractures are.”💖
Lovely work. I particularly liked these two lines a lot, “And though I cursed the wound that split my life, It opened wide the chamber of my heart.” 😊