Called To Be Fragile Poem by James Tipp

Fragile love that hangs tenaciously, fingertip taut,
Becomes accessible to all who are seeking.
The love that blinds, excludes all others,
Remains a mystery that few can penetrate.
We are called to be fragile seekers, pilgrims
Whose travels sometimes glimpse despair in others
That mirrors our own reflection of ourselves.
Certainty can be a hurdle few will choose to jump,
Frailty a threshold all can master and accept.
Called to be vulnerable, open, exposed
Like on the cross but far less painful.