One Day They Will Find Freedom

Brokenness surrounds me. Like beautiful broken vases, their pieces shattered and scattered about my feet. Slowly, I bend to pick up the pieces, compassionately attempting reassemble their fragments. Hopeless. I lift my head, looking to the heavens for an answer to my seemingly impossible task. "I cannot help them. I cannot reach them all. Many will not even allow me close enough touch. So entangled by their pain, they cringe at the sight of a tender hand. They shriek, pulling their cares into secret places and securing them under lock and key. My words of kindness seem only to fall onto deaf ears and my compassionate embrace returns to me politely stiff armed. Papa, I have been here before. I have walked in the darkness that wraps these people tight like cocoons. Even still, I wrestle with myself daily, only to let you love me yet freedom feels so much closer for me than the ones that I love. How can they too find freedom. Can they not see how beautiful you made them to be? No, they can't. How come, Papa? They are so beautiful. I love them so much. How come they can't seem to break free? Will they be ok? Will be lose them forever? No my darling. They run because they are hurting. Sometimes pain, especially old familiar pain,  feels safer than the intimacy of my embrace. Grasping hold of me would mean letting go of their old identities, definitions of themselves that they have clung to for so long. One day, though, they will be free. One day, I will have enough. One day, the lies will collapse under the power of the truth because, darling, just as you once said about love and hate, lies can only live for so long in the presence of truth. See beloved, you cannot force the pieces of their lives to reassemble into their original form, just as you cannot mend a broken heart with open heart surgery. You can, though, be the voice that speaks the truth of who I am into their lives. Those words will build until they will one day resonate inside of them, becoming the foundation of their new identity, their true identity, the one I made for them to be. Then, they will long for my love and I will meet them, wherever they are and there they will find freedom.