Something old seems new in present circumstances. Do you look back on brokenness? What comes next?
Mary's Ointment
Have I been broken…nothing works.
exposed I try to be good
That was lovely once upon a time
I thought you loved me....it wouldn't
Be safe, but glorious. I never
spitting blood dragging limbs
Dreamed true.
He was smell the myhrr shattered
alabaster. Fool. Spent too much
To tell a dead man scent-gilded hair
she'd mourn. All one: feet or floor,
Puddled perfume mortar won't she
Artist! clean up this
Perfect mosaic of Redemption!
Let me bring the shining shards of ruined
Hopes, of half-made glories
To You whose broken body is my health.
Make me, like You, to show
In glittering tesserae God's grace as I could
Never know or tell
While whole.
Copyright 1996. Kim Anderson. All rights reserved.
Photo of Sonia King's mosaic, "Spinoff". http://mosaicartsource.wordpress.com/2008/07/24/mosaic-art-source-summer-news-update-mosaic-art-source-gallery-featured-mosaic-artist-sonia-king-dallas-texas/
4 comments:
I loved this...
"In glittering tesserae"
and how it mirrored the art at the top of the post :)
Thanks for stopping by! Sometimes we get the words right. Sometimes it's just the broken bits.
Visiting here from HCB. Read through a bit and am so humbled by your grace while dealing with cancer, and your writing.
Deb, this is where I practice behaving myself and working out the ugly lumps.
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