Saturday, June 06, 2009

Broken Glass

Carefully
swept up
shaken
in the trash
broken glass

is sharp

Shards
cut
embed


disable
walking

Some see
beauty
in that glass

something new

possibilities
that a dime store water glass
never held

With care
time
glue
vision
something new
out of something
broken

Je 18:4
And when the vessel that he made of the clay was marred in the hand of the potter, he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mom, did u wrie that poem... beautiful!

Wani

Anonymous said...

I did write that honey! Thanks. It was a bit of art therapy!