Carefullyswept up
shaken
in the trash
broken glass
is sharp
Shards
cut
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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:
Mom, did u wrie that poem... beautiful!
Wani
I did write that honey! Thanks. It was a bit of art therapy!
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