Not long ago; it was all damaged, cracked, broken...
Standing in a dark corner..lonely...
Colorless it was...so lifeless..
Unnoticeable.....so ugly...
No one could have ever cared......it was unrepairable...
And then.....the ignored was noticed...
He worked on it so marvelously.......bricks of love and care...bonded with mortar of happiness, laughter and smiles.......painted and polished with all beautiful things of life.....colors of magic reflected on it...
Yes, The broken is repaired....It is alive........It is beautiful.....
I wonder how God manages to put all things right....
Your poem has such a feel good factor about it.Wonderfully composed.I hope you are right when you say the broken is repaired and god put all the things right.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it is amazing, isn't it :-)
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