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Monday, October 8, 2012

The Potter's Gift

Broken.

All Broken.

Shards of hardened clay lying grace in the sun.

The color of burnt autumn.

The smell of grass fire.

Pottery glistens beneath tears.

Diamonds on the Rough.

Making beautiful.

The Broken.



Bernadette

4 comments:

  1. So lovely.
    In thanks for the healer of broken.
    Love:)

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  2. I was reading some of my old blog posts today and one of them really jumped at me...and you left a comment. Your comment brought me back here today in a circle of brokenness...and healing. It was perfect. Your words were perfect. I have to be reminded all along that I am a diamond in the rough.

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  3. It's funny how we connect to each other's words. I have visited your blog on many occasions and received such wisdom and grace for the day. I am grateful for you and for your words. It's great to be walking with you!

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