Tuesday - Weakness

Today I wrote two it seems. Sometimes this poetry thing is quite a surprise to me. 

Mr. Cohen had a point

When he sang that cracks

Are how the light gets in

Cracks are also how we can hear the waves

Of music wobbling through

Down the time soaked corridors

From when you and I tried to fathom

How we could be alone together

And feel a wholeness we did not know

How it pains me to admit

My weakness as my strength

My heart still seeks to love

Despite the world's greatest efforts

Though we strive perfection's way

We rebel with honest integrity

And the idiocyncracies of each machine

Reminding us of imperfection's endearing qualities 

Love is a crack we were not meant to find

Without the maturity to understand

Yet who could understand the holy trinity 

Of faith and hope and love divine 

Without the immaturity of time

We grow more intricate, every passing thought

Making what is solid impermeable 

Giving light a third quality, white

the culmination of all the colors, joy