Sunday, February 14, 2016

Broken Beyond Repair

Forgive, forget.
Forgive, forget.
When are we supposed to stop forgiving?
Or are we meant to just go along as if nothing is wrong,
As if our mess we call life is perfected?
How are we to just cease remembering,
Forget the past completely,
And move on? 
I suppose grudges aren't meant to be held,
But sometimes...
Sometimes things are simply broken beyond repair.



  1. I read this and began thinking about tables.
    A nice wooden table.
    Someone scratches it
    Or burns it
    Or spill something on it
    That's all right. It still works as a table.
    But then when the table just breaks
    The top snapped in half, the legs in splinters across the room
    What are you to do? It doesnt function as a table anymore
    It wont work to pretend that it still works as a table
    So what are you to do?
    Buy a new table?
    Build a new table?
    Create art out of the broken table, certainly.
    There is no answer to this metaphor, just stuff to chew on.

    1. That's certainly something to think about.
      I suppose if this was literally a table, you don't really need it, you can just eat or write or whatever you do a at a table, on the floor. Buy some comfy pillows to sit on and ta-da!

  2. Ooh, I loved this poem!:) Those few last lines are awesome.

  3. I love this poem! I actually just started writing poetry and I love it! :)

    Allie D.

  4. absolutely stunning. love the photo and meaning behind it. ^-^

  5. I know forgiveness is hard. But when asked how often we are to forgive, Jesus said to forgive a person even if they sin against you seventy time seven times. That's a lot! We need God's help to forgive. He forgives us of all our sins. I'm not trying to judge, but to be encouraging. :)



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