I am broken, but don’t try to fix me.
I am crying, but don’t say, “There, there; it will be all right”;
just sit down and weep with me.
The piles have piled and piled some more,
and the only way they order themselves again is with these floods.
I am angry, and I don’t really need one reason. I just am.
Sometimes, my nonconfrontation bumps headlong into my frustration,
and the only way my confused self orders itself is to send this magma out the top.
I am floundering, but I still believe. So don’t hit me kamikaze style
with all the perfect Scripture and counsel that I know better than you.
I am broken, but don’t try to fix me; I just need you to walk alongside.
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.