Shards of Clay

I am a shattered
jar of clay

Shards of me once
upon the ground lay scattered

I didn’t think I mattered
to anyone at all

Then the One who loves me
each tiny shard gathered

He pieced me together
and grace upon me splattered

I am whole though cracked
a jar of clay remastered

Filled to the brim with His love


I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


34 Responses

  1. Your poem reminded me of that Japanese (I think?) story about fixing broken ceramics with gold; the cracks and lessons -it would make them look like life’s masterpiece.

  2. The rhyme works here and doesn’t feel like it takes anything away from the message. I especially like the imagery of a broken, yet “remastered” jar of clay filled with love.

  3. As a metaphor for marriage or Christ consciousness, this piece works well. Like Bjorn mentioned, a mended relationship is sacred.

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