Kintsugi

Broken shards of palest clay

Lie beneath the sun’s fair ray,

By a window, where once stood

The pieces, as a statue should,

Fair and tall, a work so grand;

Alas, now broken in the sand.

But not long shall they so lie

Beneath the garden’s open sky;

Gathered, laid so gently, then

Slowly built back up again,

Veins of gold where cracks would be,

Pain transformed to new beauty.

So, in time, when work is done,

And statue sits again in sun,

Brighter gleams the clay so fine

As the gilded veins do shine;

Where once were edges broken, sharp,

Now is treasure, beauty, art.