This Broken Thing

by jimowensjr

This thing,

This fragile thing,

Enduring,

Sculpted from stone,

Hewn from an endless cavern,

Polished and precious,

Flawed,

Though perfect

In place,

Yet never quite belonging,

Overlarge here,

Too small there,

Clutched with perspiring palms,

Delicately,

Deliberately placed,

Searching for just the right space

For his treasure,

This original thing,

The skilled creation of this master,

His counterfeit,

Moved this way,

Then that,

Then slipping from his grasp,

Crashing,

Shattering,

Salvation’s symphony filling his ears, his heart,

Shards of stone,

Littering about,

Jagged fragments strewn all ‘round,

Liberated from form,

From function,

Exploding into a joyful chaos,

Unexpected delight,

This broken thing.

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