TITLE: A Million Pieces
By Temetrie Encarnacion
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How did I become so shattered?
How far was the fall?
Who will restore me?
Cause my worth to
be undiminished and fulfill all?
I see the sun glistening.
Breaking through the dawn of day.
Shining down on all my broken pieces.
Pieces of me left battered,
scattered and discarded in such disarray.
Like a puzzle I lay before the world naked and exposed.
I fidget in feeble attempts to try and rearrange myself so that
no one would notice or know I was broken and ashamed.
Every try left me feeling humiliated and frustrated
with how fragile was my life, which was the frame?
I thought I was surrounded by inner beauty displaying its
glory on the outside. When all the time the reflection showed
a hallow resonance of my foolish pride.
How shallow, how shallow is this vase.
When all the time I thought I was beaming
an imagery of His magnanimous grace.
What kind of vessel am I? It is not the one I thought I was.
But to my amazement the Potter picked up all my million
Pieces and breather life into me from out dust.
I was a spectacle most spectacular to see, or so I thought.
But all my hiding and disguising could not obscure my flaws.
I cried out and wailed in agony to the One who made me.
Surely He would answer my call.
Assembled together again, with all my pieces.
Rough, tattered, chipped and ragged they are.
But the Potter of Mercy reshaped me.
He put me back on His wheel.
Repaired what was broken, even added features that
would benefit me and allow me to heal.
The potter even identified me. He gave me a name. Shalom. It means nothing
missing, nothing broken. For Christ is the Potter, now I
emanate His light. My advise to all million pieces out there, take a
seat upon the Potter’s wheel, He will make everything all right.
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