Friday, February 26, 2016

The day you Saved Me

The day you Saved Me

By Erin B.
The day you saved me
I was lost and you found me
When it was dark you are my light
When it was raining you were there

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Poetry Explication: The Joins by Chana Bloch

 Poetry Explication: The Joins by Chana Bloch

First read this Poem.

For those of you who didn’t click on the link, now I’m going to have to insist that you CLICK THE LINK!! Seriously!

Now for added measure I’m going to put the poem here for you to read, just in case you didn’t already….

The Joins

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending precious pottery with gold.
What’s between us
often seems flexible as the webbing
between forefinger and thumb.

Seems flexible, but it’s not;
what’s between us
is made of clay,

like any cup on the shelf.
It shatters easily. Repair
becomes the task.

We glue the wounded edges
with tentative fingers.
Scar tissue is visible history,

the cup more precious to us
we saved it.

In the art of kintsugi,
a potter repairing a broken cup
would sprinkle the resin

with powdered gold.
Sometimes the joins
are so exquisite

they say the potter
may have broken the cup
just so he could mend it.


Now here’s what I have to say about this poem. It’s magnificent. I really love especially the last stanza.
As I was reading this I had a kind of ephiphany. God can do this in our lives. Sometimes He breaks apart what we consider to be a really good thing so that He can work on it or so that we can work on it. But later He may bring it back together into something much more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
As stated in Ecclesiastes, there is a time for everything.
1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace

(You can preview the rest of the passage here.)
Even a time for mending what has been broken. Who knows, maybe it will end up better than you ever thought.


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