“Resilience doesn’t erase the cracks, it teaches, where to shine light.”
The house stands again,
its walls straight, its seams sealed.
From the outside,
all appears whole.
But wholeness is not the absence of breaks.
It is the memory of them,
the quiet strength they leave behind.
The wood remembers the fracture.
The stone remembers the weight.
And in remembering, they endure differently,
not in innocence, but in wisdom.
Rebuilding is not pretending nothing happened.
It is honoring the cracks,
welcoming the light that seeps through them,
choosing to rise again,
knowing that what was once broken
can still hold,
can still stand,
can still carry.
Stillness settles differently after the storm.
It carries the hum of survival,
the rhythm of resilience,
the quiet promise that nothing ends here,
it only changes shape.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
And just as the night leaned into rest, I felt it, a subtle shift, not to disturb the peace, but to remind me that even in rebuilding, life keeps moving, and tomorrow always asks us to meet it again.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
A wonderful poem Kerri. Such an interesting perspective!
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That photo is our front porch to our boat house that burned down… it was a devastating fire and burned an entire finger of houses in minutes. Ours was the last one to go down, we thought it made it , we had to watch it happen by FaceTime. One fire burning log slipped under our house and it was gone in minutes. No one would know that by the picture but that’s the part of the story that inspires rebuilding , it’s more of an emotional rebuilding , a place we loved, shared family and friend memories and a place we just put a new roof and painted the week before. It was just redone and then a week later, GONE!!
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Beautiful, Kerri. Your closing stanza was wonderful:
“Stillness settles differently after the storm.
It carries the hum of survival,
the rhythm of resilience,
the quiet promise that nothing ends here,
it only changes shape.”
Absolutely!
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Thank you Edward, it sure does doesn’t it.
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You’re very welcome, Kerri.
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It’s beautiful to think that we are capable of rebuilding despite anything. Beautiful photo and poem, Kerri.
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Thank you Hazel for your beautiful support.
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Wow, Kerri. When I hear the story that inspired this gentle parable, it is so illuminating. I’m sorry about your boathouse, but even in rebuilding, we know how fragile it is when faced with nature‘s wrath.
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It burned down the same year all the rest started and you know that part so it all flows together .. I hope in my writing though it never enhances my own lessons and experiences but instead gives way for it to resonate with many experiences without attaching one but instead allowing it to flow through each reader with a touch of familiarity to all of life instead of just my own.. everyone can relate to emotions , in some small way I hope it makes its way with a glimpse of healing and hope and memories of growth and inspiration for each .
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Wonderful Post … God doesn’t waste our brokenness, He rebuilds us with purpose. The cracks don’t disqualify us; they’re where His light shines through. His grace makes us whole, not by erasing the past, but by redeeming it.
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Amen to that🙏beautifully spoken
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In our resilience, God reveals His brilliance, rebuilding undergirds our independence! Blessings!
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🙏🙏
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