Breaking Like the Dawn

Through Him, the air split open,  

not with thunder, but with tenderness.  

Each parable sent ripples in still water,  

each word held weight, like a bridge.  

The Son leaned into the ache,  

into the hum of heartbreak,  

and the soft pulse of the hopeful.  

He touched lepers with hands  

that spoke louder than sermons.  

He knelt in dirt beside the outcast,  

painting God's mercy on their shoulders.  

When the blind man wept,  

suddenly flooded with light,  

could we not see grace bloom  

in the cracks of his joy?  

Every miracle undressed God’s heart,  

showed veins pulsing full of love,  

mercy spilling from every wound,  

and forgiveness breaking like dawn.