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.
i am a broken pot…i know her well…smiles. and the light shining through…a wonderful touch. excellent one shot!
Thanks, Brian.
“still with cracks through / which His light could glow”: wonderful concluding line.
🙂 What a blessing you are!
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.
And now you know a little of where those shards came from. 😉
And even if the shards should be crushed smaller yet, they simply have more surfaces off which to reflect Light.
Keep shining for Jesus.
Beautiful!
Thanks, Sheila.
I can feel the sharp, jagged edges in this poem. Good one, Sandra.
I still can’t believe I’m writing and posting poetry. It’s partly your fault, you know. And L.L.’s
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)
Oh, Gay. It’s amazing to me how one’s words can speak in different ways to different readers. Hugs to you.
Epitomizes being broken yet still hopeful. Thanks for the emotional One Shot poem!
Thanks for that and for providing this outlet. I can’t believe I’m writing and posting. 🙂
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”.
Hi, Ben. You are very sharp to have caught that. Actually, I did it on purpose. 😉
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
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Thanks, Shashi.
Fabulous write here. “Sorrow melted dreams…” Divine. Love and Light, Sender
Thanks so much, Sender.
Heart breakingly beautiful…
ode to un-punctuated verses
Thanks and for taking the time to read.
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…
Thank you, Claudia.
I like the glimmer of hope at the end. Nice One Shot!
Thanks, Eric.
Sadly beautiful OS.
Thank you.
there is always a glimmer…excellently written piece.. beautiful and sad..thanks for sharing with one shot…pete
Thanks so much, Pete. 🙂
So lovely. What a wonderful contribution to the carnival… thanks, Sandy.