Shattered

On my knees, shattered
Sifting through the dust and ashes
for the shards of my heart

My fingers bleed
I fit the pieces together,
rough edges poorly glued
missing slivers forever lost in the fall.
Too fragile, no longer a thing of beauty

Through tears of loss and regret
Your outstretched hand;
Master Craftsman.
Take my broken life
undo my poor repair
polish, refit, replace

Return to my trembling hands
Stronger being broken
Lovelier from the care of the Master’s hand.


Thought I'd try something different for today's post. I actually wrote this about 6 weeks ago, and like pretty much everything I write is a work in progress. All of us at some time or another find ourselves utterly broken but it is only on being broken that we can become whole. It is the fractures, the flaws, the scars that make us who we are, make us unique. " The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying: “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words.” Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make.
Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter?” says the LORD. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel! The instant I speak concerning a nation and concerning a kingdom, to pluck up, to pull down, and to destroy it, if that nation against whom I have spoken turns from its evil, I will relent of the disaster that I thought to bring upon it. And the instant I speak concerning a nation and concerning a kingdom, to build and to plant it, if it does evil in My sight so that it does not obey My voice, then I will relent concerning the good with which I said I would benefit it. (Jeremiah 18:1-10)
Has being "broken" made you better, stronger?