Poetry from the Idea Stream


A Spiritual Reflection on the Value of Broken Things

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Murder is an offense towards God — a breaking

Yet, what am I, to God,
But a lump of clay
Thrown hard, centered,
Crawling as it’s formed —
A trivial lump that walks and talks,
Then spins itself off-balance?