Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
Perched atop a wall, we look down on others. They’re broken. Not like us. They lie in fragments beneath the very wall whence cast we judgment.
Judge Humpty, in time, will fall and fragment.
Even all the wealth of a king cannot provide what it takes to restore another to wholeness. Especially if we are unwilling to look about us for the fragments of ourselves.
We loathe to look thus about us, for our own fragments lie scattered atop the dust of others further ground by our fall.
Yet, knowing whence we’ve presently come, the best of us look up and move beneath the next lofty judges, to lovingly break their falls…
How can that be a path to wholeness exceeding royal riches?
Neil D. 2020-01-25