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Like an earthen vessel

I was delicately beautiful

Some would even say, dainty

Then came the cracks

The endless stretch of thin lines

That showed I was falling apart

My mind, set on autopilot

Beaconed the distressed signal

Thoughts spiraling into a dark vortex

I sought how to fix the cracks

‘No, they couldn’t – shouldn’t, see me like this’

I said repeatedly, frantically

The fractures that got to me finally eased out

Falling into artistic pieces on the floor

From the rubbles of what I once was

I let out a long laugh

Alas! I could never fix myself

Only He could- ‘cause He made me

It was in that moment-

Shattered and alone

That I finally let go of myself

To become all He made me to me

Not just clay

But clay filled with the breath of God.

©Mfon Etuk, 2017

Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not from us. -2 Corinthians 4:7

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