disenchantment

At the bottom of the alter looking up at what we desire to be. The embodiment of our dreams, the soundtrack to all of our memories of learning and growth. the vision has been cast. The challenge made. As reflection is made the streams of just as i am float into my stream of conscienceness. Then, all goes black and I see that the object of my admiration is laying at the bottom of the alter, not completely shattered, just bruised and battered. As I stare I begin to cry and through my tears the broken bits blur and the whole emerges. I realize that brokeness isn't the end. Adam brought the brokeness to us. And as a result we are all just broken and bruised laying at the foot of someones alter.