what am I supposed to do
around people falling apart
pretend I’m broken
until they get it together?
waking up with a poem coming out
dreaming about ministry
ministering in dreams
releasing heaven while sleeping
when people are broken
we’re not supposed to crack
and relate with them
no
we’re to be their light
for them to find their way out
for them to find their way back
broken people
need those who are strong
to be their hope
that things will get better
for those who “want” to stay broken
remain strength and pray
be hope for those
still selling their body
be hope for the ones
still on the street
be hope for the battered
who find rest in the fight
be hope for the addict
who thinks they’re hiding
be hope for those
who need hope
if they turn their backs
dust your feet and turn around
the one who “needs” hope
may be standing behind you