Broken pieces roughly glued,
trying to hold things together for so long;
yet winged wings of Sonlight arise,
melting the weak adhesiveness
of trying to fix what is broken.
The warmth of Grace slowly, but surely,
seeps into the folds of hurting,
as the Potter takes the vessel,
molding it gently with His Own
nail scarred Hands of Love,
thus shaping the vessel
to Holy completion.....