I love in pieces,
Shards of what once was.
Such a tragedy,
You and me.
That we, broken pieces of the whole,
Try to love with fragments,
Ignoring the very creater,
The potter Himself.
If only,
We took our broken hearts,
Our chipped edges,
Our shattered clay,
Gave them to Him,
And learned His way.
Reformed to become,
Such a beautiful tragedy.
Broken, not in vain,
But to shine love through the cracks,
Of the artwork He redeemed us to be.
This is just beautiful!