I am a broken vessel- with pieces lost that cannot be replaced. All the shards laying on the table- no longer useful for the purpose for which I thought I was created- like a cup unable to hold water.
So I wait. I wait for the Creator’s hand to gather me together – to examine each piece- and slowly, laboriously, meld them back together with seams of gold- filling the missing spaces with shiny brilliance- making the scars more sacred…valued. I am whole once again. Repurposed into a work of art of greater value than the original. Beauty from ashes. Beauty in brokenness. We are all broken and waiting…
2 thoughts on “Kintsukuroi”
Love this beautiful analogy. When do you leave?