Each month a group of bloggers, who met through the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge, gather to write posts about our spiritual journeys. This month Denise asked us to write on the topic of wholeness.
I think I may find wholeness by looking outward
to someone else to make me complete,
to their words of affirmation.
Wholeness is a river where my path moves in and out.
I find balance one day,
then a wind knocks me over the next.
I can watch the seedling grow,
but cannot see the growth in myself.
Whole means all of me–
Here now, in the present moment
where I am welcomed, accepted, and loved.
Broken, cracked, grieving, or angry.
All of me
Whole.
Reflections on the Teche 
Margaret, there is a lot of truth in the idea of looking for wholeness beyond ourselves. I think about how, we need one another –how it is not enough for individual selves to be whole if the rest of the world is broken. But I’m also pondering the theme of our wholeness does not have to be unbroken. Perhaps it just must include the broken pieces, too.
Yes to the broken places. That’s where the light gets in. I think we need connection and faith to get through to wholeness, but we also need to accept the parts of us that have been shattered. Thanks for reading my post and commenting. It means a lot.
Margaret, since we don’t live in isolation, we do look to others to complete us. So often we look at ourselves and see only our failings. We look to the affirmation of others to tell us we are OK.
Margaret, this is beautiful. Yes, indeed: “Broken, cracked, grieving, or angry. / All of me / Whole” As Patricia, you and Bob mentioned above, I like that the idea of wholeness is outside of ourselves too. We need each other to see the growth in ourselves, to be “welcomed, accepted, and loved.” Thank you.
Margaret, the broken places made whole are the strongest of all. I love the way you structured the poem and the message of acceptance in the broken places. God blesses the broken roads.
I love the poem format and the idea that still can be whole when we are broken.
Margaret, the photo of the resurrection fern reminds us, yet again, of the healing messages nature imparts. As Hemingway wrote: “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.” I know this to be true and i know it to be the work of God. Thank you for this poem-offering, that salves the spirit.
Love these words from your poem:
“Whole means all of me–
Here now, in the present moment
where I am welcomed, accepted, and loved.
Broken, cracked, grieving, or angry.
All of me
Whole.”
What a gift you’ve given us. Thank you, Margaret.