In His perfection,
Our imperfections are made whole.

Like a broken pot
with cracks running down all sides
chips along all the edges
barely able to hold any worth in.
Our value [seemingly] depreciating with every drop.
Our delicate structure worn off,
from'misguided' use.
Mishandled and manhandled,
with the holes to show for it.

If I had a pot like that,
I'd throw it away.

Yet, with everything,
despite everything,
He willingly replaces our ashes
For his beauty.

Our imperfections made whole
in his perfections
Molding and building us back up
To be how we were made to be.

Who we were created to be.


Comments (5)

On November 30, 2011 at 9:42 AM , LohiO said...

This is why He is God. Thankful! Beautiful piece

On November 30, 2011 at 9:16 PM , Myne Whitman said...

Lovely write-up.

On November 30, 2011 at 10:40 PM , miss.fab said...

Oh the story of my life! :)

On December 9, 2011 at 2:45 PM , Muse Origins said...

This is so beautiful and true. The story of my life too *sigh*

Muse Origins

On December 30, 2011 at 1:39 AM , dosh said...

:) you're easily my favourite blogger. God bless you and have a wonderful new year