Broken Things

Broken Things

What is done with broken things,
Unfixable things,
Things that have come unglued?

Where goes the cracked toy,
The split tool,
The doll that’s been puppy-chewed?

Broken and unwanted,
Broken and replaced,
Broken and tossed away

Who mourns their loss?
Who misses their touch?
Who seeks the place where they lay

Tools with missing parts,
Toys with broken hearts,
They crowd the depths of our garbage bins

Who will clean them?
Who will fix them?
Who will bind their mangled wings?

Whose heart seeks out broken things?
Whose heart loves them?
Whose? … tell me … whose?

— Dave Young

Complicated Me

Complicated Me

Strings and things,
Bits of that and Bits of this,
Loved and held
by frayed worn edges

Dreams with wings,
Bottled hopes, a big fat wish
Hide in me
– an unread message

Broken knobs
and crooked parts
jumbled deep
In hidden corners

Ancient scabs
and wrinkled scars
whisper sighs
– Regretful mourners

Trash and treasure
Baggage and bones
All that I am,
and all I will be

Settling down
inside this home,
This thing that is
Complicated me

— Dave Young

The Smile

The Smile

It isn’t easy,
This smile on my face
Sometimes it tires
Slipping from its usual place
And though I strain and pull
With all my might,
I somehow can never
Get it back just right

— Dave Young

Meditations In The Dark

Meditations In The Dark

Meditations in the dark,
Contemplations of the abyss
I walk the edge of nothing
Peering on the other side
One foot over, one foot on,
Should I take the step?
Sweet oblivion calls to me
Darkness answers my grief
I glance over my shoulder …
and delicately back away
Wondering “what if?”
… “what if?”

— Dave Young

I Wait…

I Wait…

I wait …

I wait with bated breath …
for a wish to rub the sleep from its eyes
and for a dream to take its first gasp of life

I wait with faith in my heart and hope in my soul
for the melting of the wintry cold
and the promise of spring sunshine

I wait with impatience …
and sometimes with patience …
for the passing of the long midnight
and the slow magenta of the dawn

And though hope is sometimes crushed …
and dreams sometimes falter …

I wait …
because sometimes it’s all that I can do

— Dave Young

Forgotten Gifts Remembered

Forgotten Gifts Remembered

2628_69212082951_676992951_2285436_5092477_nDave was orphaned in Vietnam when a land-mine took the life of the person carrying him–most likely his mom or dad, but he can’t remember now.  Dave lost his leg in that accident, but was rescued by American soldiers and taken to an orphanage. Dave was adopted by a family in America, where he became my roommate, and one of my best friends, at Penn State University.

Even in college 15 years ago, Dave walked with a cane, but since then he has grown weaker due to a degenerative disease that hinders his mobility. Dave shot this picture of these old stairs to represent his struggle. I share both his photo and his comments with you today; first, because they touch me deeply and second, because they remind me to embrace God’s blessings in the midst of my own trial.

“There are gifts that we are unconscious of … until the day they are demanded back from us. It is then that we discover the infinite number of times we had thoughtlessly used them … and it is then that they cease to be gifts. They become … little daily miracles.” — Dave Young

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