Remember me,
re-member me,
the prayer of thousands echoes
down the years….
knit me together again,
as you did when you
dreamed me into being…
re-member my
fractured heart,
my battered soul,
my inmost being
where I am coming undone…
re-member this world, where
in brokenness
and in beauty
your touch remains….
and echoes of your words
remember,
remember me,
cause us to recall how gently
you walked,
how deeply you loved,
how much you gave….
perhaps our deepest healing
comes in full and true remembering
that we might be re-membered…
By repairing broken ceramics it’s possible to give a new lease of life to pottery that becomes even more refined thanks to its “scars”. The Japanese art of kintsugi teaches that broken objects are not something to hide but to display with pride.
Eternal footsteps 