Saturday, June 6, 2009

His Heirloom

I wrote this with a relationship in mind, but it could be taken a couple different ways. There's no wrong way to read it.

A vessel destroyed, handled by one not worthy. The ruins lay waiting for a gentle hand to pick up the pieces. Waiting for one, just one, to look past the shards and see the Ivory magnificence it's form once knew. The remains of it's contents exposed for all to partake. Raw are the metaphoric feelings, laying there, grasping, slowly spreading thin. The sleek edges, that could once wound, are now beginning to dull and fade with time. With every look of the by standers, every breath of the passers by, they begin to weaken. Never again will this collection of once priceless beauty be flawlessly restored. Never again will the captivating aroma it once held be at it's fullest capacity. It's just a broken vessel!
The hands, so warm and strong, yet gentle and sure. Smoothing away the neglect and ignorance from the shattered pieces. Damming the flow of the lovely substance seeping through the cracks of what was once it's shelter. Shifting, moving, placing, replacing, caressing, molding, fitting; all the time, so patiently they worked. What were these beautiful hands trying to accomplish? These incomplete remains were never again going to be the same glorious piece of art that all once admired. The hands worked tirelessly, a vision in mind, they could see it, though no one else even came close. They wanted this vision!
The hands pulled back, full of dust, debris, cuts and blood stained to reveal, in their opinion, the most perfect, radiant vessel ever seen. Every piece in it's place, not a flaw to be found. Though the contents are nearly gone now, the potter sees it as an opportunity to replace it with an even deeper, more consuming substance that has meaning to him. This gorgeous piece will never experience a deeper, more passionate love than with the one who took the time to remold it into what he saw that it could become.
The vessel will always be a priceless heirloom in the hands of this potter.

1 comment:

Devoted Mom said...

No human could ever repair such damage done as this. Only the true Creator of life can refashion and heal such a broken vessel. And only a loving Heavenly Father could ever bring the right person into the life of one so broken as this. We humans tend to stubornly make the same mistakes over again before we finally turn our broken pieces over to the hands of the Heavenly Potter. He alone can heal because He alone has the power to do so. Many times He allows such things to happen to get the attention of His children. Only a broken vessel can come close to knowing the pain felt by the great Lover and the heartbreak He feels when mistreated and forsaken by those He loves and has given so much for.
Very well written, Beth!