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
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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.
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.
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amen. amen. amen. a blessed Easter to you!
Thanks. A Blessed Easter to you also.
I like to believe though one might be cracked one can still be mended into a beautiful work of art. Wishing you a Happy Easter
I do, too.
A beautiful humble pot, a perfect vessel.
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I like the way this circles around and comes together again. (K)
A beautiful statement of faith.
A nice use of metaphor here. I like the whole, but cracked. It’s a good reminder about a lot of things–relationships, bodies, as well as souls.
True. Broken things, and people, are never restored to their original pristine state. But that doesn’t preclude being useful even with the cracks and scars.
Lovely, lovely use of metaphor here, Linda!! ❤️❤️
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A very powerful metaphor, Linda. I love the idea of a warm jar of clay sitting in the sun.
Thank you. I do love the sun!
This is so beautiful and reminds me of the Japanese art of mending pottery with gold- Kintsugi.
I thought of that as I was writing, especially the part of being splattered with grace, which has value and mending qualities just as gold does.
Yes! Lovely.
Simple and powerful!
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As a metaphor for marriage or Christ consciousness, this piece works well. Like Bjorn mentioned, a mended relationship is sacred.
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This is beautiful, Linda, and so true. Thank you for sharing!
You’re welcome. Thank you for reading.
Amen. Wonderful!
A comforting poem to read this Maundy Thursday, Linda.
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It is good to be such a cracked but remastered jar of clay to hold love.
I think so. We sometimes think to be a perfect china vase would be better, but I don’t think so.
There is something even better with something you mend.
Very nice!
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