Beauty in brokenness

Welcome to Five Minute Friday, a great creative exercise which yields surprising richness in a short space of time.

This is where we write from the heart as words pour out as water, spilling on to the page with no worry about over-thinking or perfection.

Today's prompt is:'Broken'

START...

Broken Image

Seeing a mirror image

flawed, imperfect

drowning in brokenness

where we see cracks

 you see courage

where we see flaws

you see a flood of forgiveness

where we see holes

you see opportunities to fill

our woundedness 

mirroring your own

as you took human flesh

our brokenness 

like your body

pierced and torn

wearing our darkness

corruption within

and now we lift eyes 

still hesitant to view

ourselves afresh in you

for you see 

beauty in ashes

hope in despair

joy in grief

perseverance 

through pain

and you bring 

restoration

of all we have lost

broken lives

minds and bodies

can be healed 

and made new

let love embrace

let grace repair

all broken places

we despair of 

ever being mended

seeing in the glass 

darkly here

until you lift the veil

reveal the glory

your light within

make us whole again

let us know that

renewal, hope

and healing is here

if we only look

away from ourselves

and up to you

the Mirror 

of our wholeness

©JoyLenton2013

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Broken

Today is Good Friday and I am participating in Five Minute Friday - writing with no over-thinking, no backtracking, no editing - on the subject of 'Broken'- with Lisa-Jo Baker and friends.

Start the clock...

Broken

Remembering Your body crushed for us, blood poured out as libation, drink offering to save us from our brokenness.

We are undone by Your grace, broken anew by Your forgiveness.

Daily giving over of lives in a fresh crushing of self.

Like bread, we are crumbs broken to be offering,

manna to others.

Nothing is wasted.

All of our experiences and circumstances used 

to help, heal, minister to one another.

Not a crumb left.

Giving of ourselves as You gave so generously for us.

We are the fragile, broken clay pots,

allowing Your light to shine all the brighter

through flaws and cracks.

Help us to stay pliable clay in Your hands,

flexible and ready to be shaped

into vessels of Your choice and design.

Not those You have to break.

Keep reminding us 

of Your body broken,

blood shed.

Our brokenness,

our offering back to You

as shattered lives made new.

Thank you, Lord, for bearing the burden,

being broken for us.

Amen.

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