What came to me was the fact that the gold is more precious than the vessel it is repairing. But not more valuable, as God uses gold to repair our fissures. The next image I had was the description of heaven's streets paved with gold. Could this mean there are no cracks, no wounds in heaven, but that every fissure has been healed? Finally the words to a hymn, "sanctify to thee thy deepest distress." There would be no gold if we weren't broken, but we are, and He heals.
This is beautiful! I had to look up what kintsugi was lol, but once I did and saw the pictures while re-reading the poem, it made such beautiful sense.
Oh, that's the best thing about poetry, introducing people to new vocabulary. Now that you've learned about kintsugi, I'm sure the images and ideas will pop up in many, many places, Sierra.
Oh, Rachael, if dashed hopes in a messy tangle move us towards reaching towards a friend, that is definitely a picture of pieces to be re-lined with gold.
Jody, thanks for the beautiful poem. I have been fascinated with Kintsugi for some time. I wrote about it in one of my earliest essays even. It is a true metaphor for life, finding beauty in our brokenness.
What came to me was the fact that the gold is more precious than the vessel it is repairing. But not more valuable, as God uses gold to repair our fissures. The next image I had was the description of heaven's streets paved with gold. Could this mean there are no cracks, no wounds in heaven, but that every fissure has been healed? Finally the words to a hymn, "sanctify to thee thy deepest distress." There would be no gold if we weren't broken, but we are, and He heals.
Oh Marcia, those are some rich observations.... in light of Heaven, what do our scars look like?
Beautiful!
This is beautiful! I had to look up what kintsugi was lol, but once I did and saw the pictures while re-reading the poem, it made such beautiful sense.
Oh, that's the best thing about poetry, introducing people to new vocabulary. Now that you've learned about kintsugi, I'm sure the images and ideas will pop up in many, many places, Sierra.
The hopes and plans I had for this week are, indeed, in pieces.
A confused and messy tangle,
and I know not what can be redeemed.
But something may yet
emerge from the wreck.
I have been inspired
to contact a friend
whom I have neglected for too long.
Oh, Rachael, if dashed hopes in a messy tangle move us towards reaching towards a friend, that is definitely a picture of pieces to be re-lined with gold.
This is lovely, and I’ve seen it true in my own life so many times! The reassembly laced with gold.
Jody, thanks for the beautiful poem. I have been fascinated with Kintsugi for some time. I wrote about it in one of my earliest essays even. It is a true metaphor for life, finding beauty in our brokenness.
I'm glad the poem spoke to you, Matthew; thanks for saying so. Kintsugi is a perfect metaphor for life....