Broken Toy

Am I like a broken toy?
   To be discarded with the rest?
Am I like a broken toy?
   Just because I am depressed?

Have I lost my power to be
   Pleasing to another?
Or is it only my lot
   To always run to Mother?

I read about responsibility
   And hear how I am to be
Careful of what I think
   Of what I do in being me

And know it to be the truth
   To take care of others' feelings
But where are the others
   To take care of mine?

We discard one-another,
   Like broken toys
And fail to find the beauty
That lies in the heart of imperfection--
   in the heart
      of being human.

Dear God!  Help me to accept--
   who I am -- who You are --
And who my fellow humans be
   so I too can love in harmony

With all creation, great or small,
   With all the toys (You've made them all)
And finally so I can live with me
   In love, truth, and reality.

			--David Eisenstein
			Thu May  5 11:09:03 CDT 1994

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