Broken Things
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are saints. The
chipped teapot for a planter, a cracked saucer
for its bottom, the torn dress become clothes for a doll
—all converts to another life from the hand that rescues.
Thrift, some call it, that compulsion to save everything,
to still make it useful, but I call it grace—the way a
person’s life can
sometimes be resurrected from the ashes of suffering or loss—
to gleam through crack, chip, or tear
in hands that do not abandon.
~Sally Ito
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