I wrote this one in November 2006, just never been totally ready to put it up until tonight.
I am shards of broken glass
I lie on the floor ignored
I used to be an exquisite vase
But my owner pushed me off my pedestal
And now I'm a pile of disarray
This unordered mess that no one sees beauty in
I wish I was still on my pedestal
But that reality is long past
And I'm just waiting to be swept into the trash
But an antique shop owner did not see these shards
He saw me still as the vase on the pedestal
And he saw the steps needed to return me to this splendor
With glue and a lot of patience
The shopkeeper carefully placed my pieces together
As soon as the glue dried
He put me on a table near a mirror
And I look at myself
I see my old form back
But I also the cracks in me
I see the shards being held together by glue
I'm ugly and imperfect
How will anyone ever see me
As a prize ever again?
I know the shopkeeper does
But will anyone else?
The sale sign is on me
But no one even glances
I see every piece bought but me
I am so alone
And will always be
You walked up to my table
You saw my cracks
You saw the glue stains
And you didn't care
You thought I was beautiful
And needed to have me
You rushed to the shopkeeper
And paid my price
And carried me home
As gently as anyone ever could
And place me on a pedestal
In the middle of your room
Every day and night you looked at me
And admired me like I was the greatest treasure of all
I'm no longer alone
And never will be
Do you understand the analogy?
I am broken with every mistake
Every flaw
Every unhealthy relationship
Just like a vase falling off its pedestal
I cannot fix myself
So I just sit here in my brokenness
God is the shopkeeper
Who sees the beauty in my mess
And with steady hands, fixes said mess
And replaces the broken pieces
He makes me whole
But I am still alone
You are the one who sees through the ugliness
That everyone but God sees
You know my every flaw
But love and need me nonetheless
And every moment with you is delicate and pure
And makes me feel complete through my brokenness
I'm no longer broken
I'm no longer alone
Because this is what love is
And this is the real meaning behind that word
2 comments:
I think I just found religion.
That is, without a doubt, the most beautiful poem I have ever read.
This isthe most touching blog comment I have ever received, period.
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