Something old seems new in present circumstances. Do you look back on brokenness? What comes next?
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
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
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/