Love, using a filigree of gold as glue which no one can steal.
Each day becoming stronger as I heal.
Once an ordinary vase broken by life.
Broken by the constant seemingly unending strife.
An artist saw through the brokenness to the beauty in me.
Now diligently works for all the world to see.
Lovingly putting me together with the filigree of gold which no one can steal.
Becoming a vase of beauty as slowly I heal.
A beautiful vase...a testimony to the power of love in a life.
Testimony that there can be more than just surviving after strife.
Brokenness with love and patience turned into a work of art.
No longer an ordinary vase broken into many parts.
Instead, love making beauty of me.
A beauty for all the world to see.
As my brokenness becomes a work of art.
Gold filigree holding together all the parts.
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