broken by design
on purpose
destruction deliberate
yet compassionate
to my ignorant eye
pain, heartache, meaningless
to Your all seeing
redemption made real
in the cracks and broken places
the healing begins
wounds and pieces glued back together
with love and truth
parts become whole
cracks made conduits
a vessel of light
it seeps and pours out everywhere
GLORIOUS
edited repost
Labels: imperfect prose, thoughts on cracked pots