Kintsugi
A poem about mending broken things
Precious china,
shattered,
after the fall.
No longer valued,
or wanted at all.
Enter the ancient
mending art of
Kintsugi,
where broken pieces
are filled with gold.
Alas, stronger than before.
How befitting,
God did the same thing for me.
Filled my shattered heart,
with His love,
mended me.
Kintsugi.
It’s stronger now.
withstands rejection,
apathy, love grown cold,
a life full of toxic mold.
Despite it all,
my heart beats bold,
with the patches of gold.
What a sight to behold.
