A heart is not something to break,
Once smashed, little pieces chink.
Fissures, cracks, bits of clay crackle,
And, a potter knows well their art,
When each side is balanced, all curves equal.
Clay not too thick in places,
Thicker in others where it’s meant to be fuller.
A heart’s not something to fracture,
It aches in a way you can’t imagine.
An emptiness, a vague, sharp pain;
So, keep your heart open, let not others abuse it.
Let you and God shape the pieces together,
Though something broken isn’t the same as when new —
Let no scattered bits disappear that the potter once moulded;
Fired in their furnace with outstanding design.
For each heart, each human, has a purpose;
And you can’t unmake the world, a person or their heart.
At times hearts fracture, damage maybe permanent;
But, you mend, glue the refuse, mould bits together.
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