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Kintsugi
Precious china,
shattered
after the fall.
No longer valued,
or wanted at all.
Enter the ancient
mending art of
Kintsugi,
where the broken pieces
are filled with gold.
Alas, they are stronger
than before,
a sight to behold.
How befitting God
did the same thing for me.
Filled my shattered heart
with His love, mended me.
Kintsugi.
It’s stronger now.
withstands...
Monday 1st April 2019 2:57 am
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