Broken Locks
Dented and rusted,
Purpose is forgotten.
Doors sway at the mercy of the wind;
No one cares if they should be open or closed.
It's so easy to ignore the broken;
Keys aim for the shiny new.
A little oil reveals,
A broken lock really isn't broken at all.
Thought up by Tmproff at 8:48 AM
6 People Talking:
The beauty, the treasure, the purpose never changed.
The lock was simply overlooked, passed over, not valued by others who were searching.
Lord give me the wisdom to see only that which matters...
I went and saw RENT last night. I really enjoyed how broken relationships were healed. The power of love conquors the power of pride / drugs / disease / miscommunication.
Be patient with those you love. Sometimes you might not get a chance to reconcile.
I like this very much. Sometimes I feel totally broken, like all my problems have made me "damaged goods."
This brings hope that God can still use me and people can still love me.
one of my friends saw RENT last night as well and was talking about it.
thank you for that poem... it made me reconsider the things i have deemed broken and given up on.
in the end, i do believe, as it seems you do as well, that God is the oil that can fix everything and make it new.
Or could the oil be Love?
His love, which can be poured out through willing vessels.
I am still trying to wade through this poem. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.
If we are the keys and the locks are our involvement in relationships (doors). The oil would be our effort (through the love of Christ hopefully) to reconcile the damaged relationship.
Sometimes it's easy to forget those you have problems with...so many more fish in the sea concept.
The relationship could be a parent, a boyfriend/girlfriend...
even a roomate in my case.
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