Simple

We try to complicate it so,
  but the most sacred is simple.
Revealed in bread and wine,
  broken, to show the plain
Truth of how brokenness is a
  force of strength, never weakness.
It is in the breeze, in the earth,
  as the stones of most beauty
Are broken. It is in the flowers,
  a pattern broken in veins of life.
It is in the night with the cry
  of the owl, or on the lake as
The stillness is broken by the
  loon and you know its mournful
Sound touches the broken in you.
  it is in the might sky with
The milky way running through
  it or the northern lights flare,
Breaking the dark sky and illumining
  our hearts with wonder and joy.
Simple things, simple joys, a simple
  lesson of life, take it in, broken.