a broken vessel bears us well.

The broken vesselStrewn across the floor.Fragments scattered far.The pattern of originalGone forever.

The shape, the symmetryThings of the past.One asks:"What the mishap?What the sudden,Shocking drop?"As if somehow
Reversing the loss
Of earlier glory.

And what of that glory?
Thing of men's fashion.
Mis-spent resources.
Calling for kisses
Of praise.
Pride of a pot.
Others have not.
So let it shatter.
Life of convention.
Painful pretention.
Now search for beauty,
Most worthy duty,
Living like Christ
Pearl of great price.