Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces There is a rare and beautiful vessel of pottery Moulded and shaped to an exquisite piece of work The potter’s loving hands have taken great care To bring it to perfection. It is smooth and colourful with just the right amount of glaze. When the potter was finished he displayed it in his store for his pleasure, and for all to admire. He took great joy in his creation and enjoyed its glory. Until one fateful day… A rather gregarious man came along Inquiring as to its price. The potter reluctantly agreed to sell it for an outrageous price. As he let the lovely piece go out of his store, He instantly knew this man was not worthy of the vessel. He sorrowed and lamented, wondering what had become of this fine piece. The undeserving man brought the work of art home At first, he displayed it and admired it In wonder of his great fortune to receive such a treasure. He had an insatiable need to collect such rarities He quickly grew bored and tired of the glorious vase He went in search of another and then another One day as he was moving his many acquisitions The pottery fell, crashing to the floor It shattered in many pieces. The outrageous man placed it carelessly in a box. He needed to replace it with yet another, So, he went back to the loving potter’s shop. He plunked the box of broken pieces in front of him “Can you fix it?”, he said The potter replied “no, some things cannot be fixed” He left it in search of another. Once the man had gone The potter once again took each familiar piece in his hands and like a jigsaw puzzle set his heart to repair, What seemed impossible! Bit by bit, piece by piece with great love, He tenderly and painstakingly put the pieces back together. With great love the new piece was even more beautiful than before! He used a very strong glue that would never allow it to break in such a fashion again. It was better, It was stronger, It was more resilient, Its beauty was breathtaking to the beholder. It was so unique. Nothing could compare. The potter would never allow an unworthy man to take it again. It was immeasurable in worth. His love was so great for it that he always protected it. For you see, sometimes the potter allows A vessel to be broken He can and will rebuild and reshape And fashion it to be a priceless vessel and of such great worth! Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes Far greater a purpose than its beginning. The pain of the brokenness Forgotten by the newness of its transformation. Grace Daub January 6, 2022 Entered in A Brian Strand Libre Vers contest by Brian Strand