The Whole Weight

 The Whole Weight

We saw a crack and thought, “That’s the fight,”

Just a little patch, we’ll seal it tight.

We grabbed our tools and went to work,

But found another hole — the same old jerk.

We fixed one wall, another fell,

Thought we escaped but rang the bell.

Twenty more inches, then twenty again,

We’re fixing the roof while drowning in rain.

We thought we carried one small load,

Just one kilo on the road.

So we bent our backs and pushed it through,

Then found another one — times two.

We cleaned one corner of the heart,

Called it truth, called it a start.

But every light that tried to shine

Showed ten more shadows in the mind.

We’re not correcting, we’re just busy,

Running in circles, drunk and dizzy.

Patching symptoms, not the core,

Sweeping dust behind the door.

But when the full weight comes to view,

And we see what the will can really do,

Not one crack, not one flaw,

But the whole damn house at war—

That’s the moment prayer is born,

Not from pride but from being torn.

Not “fix this piece” or “heal that part,”

But “Take the whole of this broken heart.”

No more lies, no measured sin,

No more “we’re almost there” again.

When the lack is finally complete,

That’s where correction finds its feet.

We don’t need strength, we don’t need tricks,

We need to see what truly needs the fix.

When the full deficiency stands in the light,

Then the Light itself makes it right.