Shattered Vase

I found a treasure

It was hidden deep

Shiny and splendid

Mine to keep

It was dusty at first

Needed some care

So gingerly I worked

Trying not to tear

But the edges were rough

I started to bleed

“The bleeding will stop”

I naively believed

With bloodied hands

I stared down at the ground

This treasure of emeralds

Was broken when found

Where is the glue?

I want to restore

This shattered vase

To be perfect once more

The pieces of glass

Dispersed so fast

I couldn’t keep up

I thought it would last

But “broken and shattered”

The chorus resounds

As if by my presence

The fix might be found

I don’t have a fix

I don’t have a clue

What do I conjoin

If I haven’t the glue?

Oh Lord, please help!

We need Your healing!

You alone know the depths

Of pain he’s concealing.

You saw us before

My hands started bleeding

You knew he’d be broken

And ever needing healing

You broke me once, too

So why can’t we be?

You made me to love brokenness

didn’t You?

I don’t want to go to bed

Don’t want to sleep

I’m kept wide awake

By what I can’t keep

~S.L.