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“An Altar for Broken Things” by Carol Green
I had an altar for broken things
ceramic butterfly with glitter still glistening along its seams
sections hung together like popbeads
plaster leg of a fallen goddess
All gathered one by one during broken years
when brokenness was a magnet for other lost parts
For years it nestled in a cupped hand the color of red clay
It sat in the North, frozen in the deep sleep of past wounds
waiting for a Magi’s touch
Frankincense to bless the altar where my spirit lay entombed
Myrrh to gentle the grief
Gold to pave the way home.
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