The Value of Brokenness

you
a fragile
piece
of pottery
knocked over
falling to the floor
that rises to meet you

you pull yourself up
another crack to tend to
another piece of pride to mend

you see the mess
you think
you’ve become
broken pieces
irreparable

you feel
every scab
every scar
every wound

He sees something
different
He sees something
beautiful
in every crack
in every crevice
in every break

you don’t become useless
because you have been broken
you become wiser,
you become stronger,
you become more beautiful

the cracks
that bring a humility
that draw others in
as they witness
a new beauty unfolding

imperfections
are being perfected
weaknesses
are becoming a holy strength
experiences
are bringing a godly wisdom

In Japan they call it Kintsugi
in essence –
the art of bringing more value
to something broken

God calls it
grace

faithful
enduring
steadfast

Grace

Grateful

American Robin – Photo by Sherri Woodbridge

Grateful
for life –
this life
that is hard
not can be
nor will be
but
is
hard
and has been
and can be
and will be
so very hard –
but this life
I am thankful for this life.

Little things make it
worth the pain…

a smile when the day has been long
a hello when you’re feeling alone
a hand to help when you’re tired
a drink of cold water when you’re thirsty
a drop of rain on a warm day
some sunshine through the rain
a plate of cookies when you think you’ve been forgotten
a bouquet of flowers left on your doorstep
a remembrance of your favorite verse at just the right time
the sound of a child’s giggle
listening to a river rushing to the ocean
or a creek as it finds its way through the forest
the feeling when you finally finish
the excitement of being able to begin
the shapes and colors of every different rose
the thorns that protect each one
a caterpillar that waddles up a stem
curls up tight until emerging as a beautiful butterfly
a father playing with his children
a mother nurturing her own

Isn’t it interesting how life is so hard and yet, when you dwell on the good things, life isn’t so overwhelming, after all?

An Attempt at Ekphrasis

Ekphrasis.

img_2971Definition:
Ekphrasis or ecphrasis, from the Greek for the description of a work of art produced as a rhetorical exercise, often used in the adjectival form ekphrastic, is a graphic, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined.

The following is an attempt at a work of ‘ekphrasis’, inspired by a challenge given by a health site.
Pure, white petals
sit softly atop a limb,
reminding me not only of a new season
quickly approaching,
but new life given to me.
The importance
and pureness
of grace.

Grace so amazing.
Grace so undeserved.
Grace that keeps me
longing,
hoping,
focusing
on ‘home’.

Pure,
white petals
that remind me
of a Joni Earekson Tada song
from several years ago.

Injured while diving
one warm summer day
with friends.
She dove down into the lake near her home,
she never walked again
when she came up
out of the water.

After years of rehabilitation,
she has spent the rest of her days
encouraging others
with
and
without disabilities.

Here is her song
called, Joni’s Waltz, (song #7, 22:02 on YouTube)
written by Nancy Honeycomb:

Though I spend my mortal lifetime in this chair,

I refuse to waste it living in despair.
And though others may receive
Gifts of healing, I believe
That He has given me a gift beyond compare….
For heaven is nearer to me,
And at times it is all I can see.
Sweet music I hear
Coming down to my ear;
And I know that it’s playing for me.

For I am Christ the Savior’s own bride,
And redeemed I shall stand by His side.
He will say, “Shall we dance?”
And our endless romance
Will be worth all the tears I have cried.

 

Pure, white petals

a symbol of innocence regained,

life made new.