Light Through the Cracks

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.