Broken but Blessed
©2020 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m in a battle for myself,
and I’m afraid to lose.
Life used to feel more solid,
like I had a right to choose
I thought at last I had it down:
Accept. Let go. Let God.
My hard-earned wisdom sheltered me
until I lost you, Todd.
And now it seems all bets are off;
the world is spinning wild.
How can a mother’s heart accept…
let go…give God her child?
This is a price too dear, a wound
too deep, a lifetime lost.
And yet, the joy you brought my way
was more than worth the cost.
I’m broken, but I’m blessed as well;
and something in me knows
that life is what I signed up for,
and this is how life goes.
∞§∞
Kintsugi, a traditional Japanese art, uses a precious metal…liquid gold or silver…to bring together broken pieces of pottery, while at the same time enhancing its beauty. I hope and believe that our lives utilize the same process to make of us more than we are and refine the beauty of our souls.
If this poem resonate with you, you might also enjoy Without You, Grief: Owning the Road, Carrying You, and You Gave Enough. :For more poems on grieving and loss, click here.
Tags: bereavement, brokenness, child loss, death, grief, kintsugi, life hurts, mourning
