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The Kintsugi

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Come with me, witness the Extraordinary!  Now possessing an aesthetic beauty, admirable and rare with an appealing excellence.  She is Exquisite.  Acute, and incomparable in comparison.  Life violently transitioned her from a process to the promise, from a dream to the fulfillment of her destiny.  In the hands of the Kintsugi, a transformation from what was seen as worthless, now priceless and sought after.  Placed on display by the master craftsman, exhibiting the work of His Hands for all to see.

A delicate precious piece of porcelain fell from her hands, it was shattered, broken beyond repair.  As she watched it fall, making every attempt to catch it, her hand was cut.  Notwithstanding, the contents full, the cup brimming hot.  Ultimately fragmented, leaving a mess behind to clean up.  Broken she stared with tear filled eyes.

Representative of her life, she was filled to the brim.  The torrid anguish of her soul crying out in pain.  Life told her she was nothing more than a piece of earthenware, bearing cracks of broken promises, dreams, trust, and now a broken spirit.  A graduate of disappointment now educated fully that things break. 

Daily, she longed for a new dawn to break.  Her trust was shattered, her hope was lost, and yet within a single moment, silence spurred within her as He whispered softly to her soul.  He spoke of a symmetry, only his hands could create.  Experience taught her when something delicate breaks gathering the pieces was impossible because slivers of glass were dangerous to the touch.

Listen as I tell you of the extraordinary!  Now possessing an aesthetic beauty, admirable and rare with an appealing excellence.  She is Exquisite.  Acute, and incomparable in comparison.  Life violently transitioned her from a process to the promise, from a dream to the fulfillment of her destiny.  In the hands of the Kintsugi, a transformation from what was seen as worthless, now priceless and sought after.  Placed on display by the master craftsman, exhibiting the work of His Hands for all to see.

Hope, and expectation diminished yet she sought answers.  His Gold resin words blended imperfections and scars once hidden, now magnified with embellished wounds uncovered.  She failed to see the beauty, yielding no comprehension of how cracks allow light to enter as well as escape.  With her inability to visualize, all the while He worked diligently forging gold, anticipating what was awaiting.

In exposing her shame she become vulnerable, in becoming vulnerable her heart was now open. What appeared impossible, as well as improbable, became more beautiful in the Hands of the Kintsugi.  As he continued to mend the broken pieces, she was aggrandized, enlarged and greater in power.  Made beautiful in his hands with application of skill and without compromise, the creation of a true masterpiece waited to appear.

He took her narrative of shame, her imprinted wounds galvanized deep within, speaking a story of hurt and pain.  Every disappointment He grasped and used to place heat within the gold.  For nothing was hidden that He did not see.   Gripping every weakness, every place of vulnerability; placing a handle where there were once holes.  He then covered it with gold to strengthen the grip.

Listen as I tell you of the extraordinary!  Now possessing an aesthetic beauty, admirable and rare with an appealing excellence.  She is Exquisite.  Acute, and incomparable in comparison.  Life violently transitioned her from a process to the promise, from a dream to the fulfillment of her destiny.  In the hands of the Kintsugi, a transformation from what was seen as worthless, now priceless and sought after.  Placed on display by the master craftsman, exhibiting the work of His Hands for all to see. 

It was in the breaking that the true treasure would be forged.  With delicate hands and an eye for the pristine, love filled every crack.  He made all things new wiping away the slivers of glass representing tears shed in pain.  Now interwoven in gold risen, what once was week and worthless has now become priceless.  Each crack, each break shown off, becoming one unified aesthetic thread, a deliberate aggression of radically free abstraction.  He had the power to defy every law, every explanation of what should be as He made what was.

Now she knew, this was all done for a purpose greater than herself, this too would become part of her appeal.  And now, she patiently acquiesced as the Master craftsman worked, moving with precision, completing the masterpiece in His hands.  She now understood she was always chosen, deliberately broken to be repaired, to be decorated with loose, abstract patterns only He could forge.  She was now brought together into a single comprehensive experience, she was now whole.

Now, you are the extraordinary!  You possesses an aesthetic beauty, admirable and rare with an appealing excellence.  You are Exquisite.  Acute, and incomparable in comparison.  Life violently transitioned you from a process to the promise, from a dream to the fulfillment of your destiny.  In the hands of the Kintsugi, a transformation from what was seen as worthless, now priceless and sought after.  Placed on display by the Master craftsman, exhibiting the work of His Hands for all to see.

 

 

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