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In the Desert of the Broken Pieces

September 21, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

She gathered fragments

of one well loved,

cradled them sharp to

her own shattered heart

and stumbled in the

desert of the broken pieces

with flame-seared hopes

and sorrow-melted dreams.

She writhed in pain alone

and bled from gaping wounds

immune to a physician’s mend

while clothed in shreds

of tear-stained pride.

She feared a call

and feared no call,

the knowing and the not.

Consumed by thoughts

and breath of death,

she held the ache of two

and waited for the One

who would restore

shard by shard for two

to whole and beauty more

imperfect though and

still with cracks through

which His light could glow.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds [curing their pains and their sorrows.” Psalm 147:3 (Amplified)

Linked to Bridget Chumbley’s One Word at a Time Blog Carnival on Brokenness and One Shot Wednesday.

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  1. brian says

    September 21, 2010 at 8:41 pm

    i am a broken pot…i know her well…smiles. and the light shining through…a wonderful touch. excellent one shot!

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:08 pm

      Thanks, Brian.

  2. Maureen says

    September 21, 2010 at 9:01 pm

    “still with cracks through / which His light could glow”: wonderful concluding line.

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:08 pm

      🙂 What a blessing you are!

  3. Anne Lang Bundy says

    September 21, 2010 at 9:36 pm

    waited for the One
    who would restore
    shard by shard for two
    to whole and beauty more
    imperfect though and
    still with cracks through
    which His light could glow

    Beautiful, Snady. Spoken as one who shines the beauty which reflects off broken shards.

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:05 pm

      And now you know a little of where those shards came from. 😉

      • Anne Lang Bundy says

        September 26, 2010 at 1:58 pm

        And even if the shards should be crushed smaller yet, they simply have more surfaces off which to reflect Light.

        Keep shining for Jesus.

  4. Sheila Hollinghead says

    September 21, 2010 at 10:37 pm

    Beautiful!

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:09 pm

      Thanks, Sheila.

  5. Glynn says

    September 21, 2010 at 10:49 pm

    I can feel the sharp, jagged edges in this poem. Good one, Sandra.

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:10 pm

      I still can’t believe I’m writing and posting poetry. It’s partly your fault, you know. And L.L.’s

  6. Gay Cannon says

    September 22, 2010 at 12:05 am

    Great imagery which perfectly represents the feeling of being separated from a mate. I don’t know which is the greater break–divorce, abandonment or death. At least with death the thread is broken and eventually one learns to walk alone. In the former the prayer and the hope remains. It may be the saddest thing in the world. Thanks, Gay (@beachanny)

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:33 pm

      Oh, Gay. It’s amazing to me how one’s words can speak in different ways to different readers. Hugs to you.

  7. dustus says

    September 22, 2010 at 12:38 am

    Epitomizes being broken yet still hopeful. Thanks for the emotional One Shot poem!

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:38 pm

      Thanks for that and for providing this outlet. I can’t believe I’m writing and posting. 🙂

  8. Ben Langhinrichs says

    September 22, 2010 at 6:55 am

    Wonderful. I especially like the imagery in “flame-seared hopes / and sorrow-melted dreams”.

    By the way, it feels like you either missed a word or meant something that went over my head when you say “for two / to whole”.

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:07 pm

      Hi, Ben. You are very sharp to have caught that. Actually, I did it on purpose. 😉

  9. Shashi says

    September 22, 2010 at 7:03 am

    Very poignant and for me it was like revisiting my own emotions and memories…
    Loved your words ” stumbled in the desert of the broken pieces”

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Connect with me on Twitter at @VerseEveryDay to read one verse everyday on life, love and longing…

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:40 pm

      Thanks, Shashi.

  10. Sender MacLean says

    September 22, 2010 at 8:28 am

    Fabulous write here. “Sorrow melted dreams…” Divine. Love and Light, Sender

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:40 pm

      Thanks so much, Sender.

  11. gautami tripathy says

    September 22, 2010 at 8:47 am

    Heart breakingly beautiful…

    ode to un-punctuated verses

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:41 pm

      Thanks and for taking the time to read.

  12. Claudia says

    September 22, 2010 at 10:03 am

    so good to know that he heals the broken-hearted – i’m one of them and your poem spoke to me…love the line..tear-stained pride…this feels familiar…even if i don’t like the feeling…

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:42 pm

      Thank you, Claudia.

  13. Eric Alder says

    September 22, 2010 at 1:54 pm

    I like the glimmer of hope at the end. Nice One Shot!

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 9:23 pm

      Thanks, Eric.

  14. KB says

    September 22, 2010 at 9:13 pm

    Sadly beautiful OS.

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 9:24 pm

      Thank you.

  15. pete marshall says

    September 23, 2010 at 11:03 am

    there is always a glimmer…excellently written piece.. beautiful and sad..thanks for sharing with one shot…pete

    • Sandra says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:45 pm

      Thanks so much, Pete. 🙂

  16. Bridget says

    September 26, 2010 at 11:55 pm

    So lovely. What a wonderful contribution to the carnival… thanks, Sandy.

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