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Through the Cracks

Violence cracks our world,

leaves lives black and blue

emptier than when day broke,

leaves lives numb and days grey


Shadows crawl stealthily,

silently blotting the beauty

that our eyes can only see

by the sun’s bright rays


Darkness is like a shroud,

clothing our dying senses

too poisoned to see value

in life or how gaping death is


Hope seems like a dream

in the inky night, intangible,

unreal, a delusive phantom we’re

weary of being told is substance


Faster and swifter, now,

the shadows come, thrusting

our world into the chaos of darkness,

we are unable to feel, unable to heal


Lives are bleeding out,

much faster and swifter, now,

running across thirsty ground,

fracturing families and dividing men


Swifter and faster than

eye can see, light shoots across

the night, like a bullet’s flash—

light dispels darkness in an instant


It comes unexpectedly,

like hope revived, alive and

real to hold to, no longer a ghost,

but now an Anchor for battered souls


Light shines in the night,

and the darkness cannot cover it,

cannot understand, cannot hold out,

so the shadows flee, like paper-thin dreams


Slowly, slowly, now,

men begin to understand, to see,

to apprehend truth—they are set free,

and they begin to heal, begin again to feel


Cracks allow the light

to shine through—lives black

and blue are healed, made new,

as Light and Hope overflow thirsty souls


Johanna Byrkett

Johanna Byrkett

Johanna (Jody) Byrkett enjoys hiking various types of terrain, foggy mornings and steaming mugs of tea, reading classic literature and theological essays, studying words and their origins, and practising the art of hospitality. (She also has the singularly annoying habit of spelling things 'Britishly'.)

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