The sounds it made were bold, cavernous,
an opera in a wooden box.
The grown ups said this was an early model
and it was in mint condition.
They spoke in hushed tones.
A perfect treasure, a magnificent and flawless toy.
It was not sold “as is”…
“As is” marked the clock that had stopped ticking,
or the rocking horse that had a crack in one of its legs.
That label also conveyed a certain sense of defeat,
a lost cause—a treasure bearing some distinguishable,
“Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows…
But he was pierced
for our transgressions,
crushed for our iniquities.”
Isn’t it strange
that we who are saved
by One who was broken
should struggle in the presence
of brokenness at all?
we are never nearer
than when we come
with nothing in
our hands to offer.