Kintsugi

They threw me to the wall and I broke into many pieces.

And I cried out:

'My life is precious!'

But they ignored me

and the smashing noise deafened my ears

and numbed my heart,

for now I was

worth

nothing!

But You picked up every piece, every sliver of fine bone china.

And I said to You

‘find the ugliest, thickest clay

and when you put me back together

don’t dare decorate me’.

For my tears were angry and raw

and it satisfied me

to stay

this ugly.

But You picked up every piece … every sliver

And with yellow gold thread

you gently sewed me back

even more

valuable.

J0-Ann Hughes January 2019