Watching in horror as pieces of pottery scattered across the floor.
He dropped to his knees with an anguish cry. Trying desperately to collect every single piece of the once beautiful bowl.
No one stopped to help. Most didn't even notice, just continued on their way.
The ones that did notice. Just shook their heads in pity or annoyance, stepping over him, not caring about the pottery. One man said aloud "Just leave it. It is too broken to serve any purpose."
Collecting all the pieces he could and wrapping them in a fine cloth like precious jewels. He then made his way home.
Tenderly and with the up most care he opened the cloth and began putting the pieces back together. Some were missing, some had deep cracks. It did not matter all he saw was it's worth.
With time and patience he gently filled every hole and crack with the finest of golds. Taking that which was broken and making it whole, strong and beautiful. Not hiding the damage or imperfections. For it is in the scars where true beauty is found.
By: Jennifer Lynn Barham
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- Comment from author about the poem: In Japan they take broken objects and repair them with Gold this is called kintsugi. The flaw is seen as a unique part of it's history.
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I learned something new today and it's still early morning. Nice poem.
Thanks. Glad I was able to teach you something. 🌸
What a beautiful message: Treasure the broken, preserve them and work to make them whole again - great work!
Thanks for reading and the comment🌸🌸🌸🌸
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