Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

Brokeness

Oh! What a beautiful vase
Having selected the choicest one
It is so smooth, colors so grand
This one is the finest in the land

Was not always so
When at life did play
It fell shattered on the floor
Broken into a thousand pieces or more

Pieces were scooped up in their broken
State, carried to the Potter's house
There to wait their fate
Placing them on the shelf

To sit there all by themselves
Alone, shattered, no longer secure
But broken, torn, ugly refuge
Of use no more, ready to go home

Then the Potter removed it from
The shelf, saturated with His tears
And let it sit and soak to soften
To remove the abuse of the years

Any fears, any vileness, any hate
Then the Potter picked up the pieces
To restore the beautiful shape
He filled all the cracks, dreams, visions

Made each break stronger still
So in the latter half of life
This vase would be better useful
More genuine and very real

Upon the shelf is sitting
The vase with the Potter's 
Touch his hand has restored
Given it the loving grace

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Anthony Nutter September 11, 2009 at 8:27 AM Very nice write about the broken vase, applies to our broken lives as well I think. It takes a master potter to sometimes heal or put the pieces back together.

Krista Kurth September 11, 2009 at 7:23 AM Sara, thanks for writing about the beauty in brokenness. There is a japanese term - i think it is wabisabi - that speaks to this idea of the beauty of imperfection. All the best, Krista

Robert Coles September 11, 2009 at 5:49 AM Very touching write . . . sometimes I feel like that vase, broken and waiting to be put together.