What Comes Forth

I am always so amazed
At the the beauty that
Grows through the struggle
That we face.

Sometimes gently, sometimes boldly
But new life springs forth
Whether in perspective
In unmerited grace
In hte softening of a heart...

The struggles seem to lie dormant
And then hit us by surprise many times
But learning Who to lean on
How to be transformed
And being open to new life
Has something to do with the view.

Now when I look back
I realize if I had not faced a struggle
Of one kind or another
I may not have been molded
To bring me to this very present place.

And somehow even through
The cracks that appear
On the armor and walls we erect
His light makes its way through.

You are the Potter
I am the Clay