THE BROKEN ROAD THAT BREATHES

THE BROKEN ROAD THAT BREATHES

There is a road

that never cracks—

smooth with certainty,

paved with answers

that never bleed.

No one stumbles there.

No one weeps.

No one is changed.

It goes nowhere

perfectly.

—

But there is another road.

It breaks under your feet,

shifts with every step,

dust rising like prayer

from the places you fell.

This road remembers

your trembling.

It keeps the imprint

of your trying.

Here—

you will stumble.

Here—

you will misjudge the distance,

reach too far,

or not far enough.

Here—

you will love

and not be returned.

—

And still—

this road breathes.

From its fractures

something rises—

not certainty,

but life.

Not perfection,

but pulse.

The cracks are not endings.

They are openings.

Where your strength failed,

roots begin.

Where your voice broke,

something deeper speaks.

—

Do not fear this road.

It is alive

because you were willing

to walk it.

Better the path

that wounds and awakens

than the road

that never asks your heart.

—

For the broken road

is the only one

that knows your name,

and in every place

you thought was loss

it breathes—

again.

Pastor Steven G. Lee 

St. GMC Corps