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Amaranth Rose's avatar

Thank you for this...I wrote this yesterday as a response to Kintsugi Again. I also is about grace and brokenness. I've been working on the Fourth Step for a few weeks and your poem was a healing prompt.

broken pieces abandoned

after an epoch of hurt

are re-gathered

In hopes of mending

and meaning

one shard at a time.

study the edges

what connects inside

to interface outside

informed interconnections

the serenity prayer

unfolding grace

after grace

into understanding

a slow revelation

in the direction

of wholeness

my soul restored

each break lined in gold

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Dwight Lee Wolter's avatar

Yes! Each break lined in gold as with Japanese pottery meditation on being put back together: cracked, restored, golden.

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James Crews's avatar

This is so gorgeous, like a blend of those two poems of mine. I love it and thank you for sharing!

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Sue Ann Gleason's avatar

I'm looking for grace wherever I can find it these days. Thank you, James. 🧡

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Virtue and Valor's avatar

"As grace falls into our days, drop by drop" (insert heart emoji here) For me the question becomes, will I receive this daily grace? And will I accept that grace is (also) my empowerment?

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Holly's avatar

Yes 💓

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Skott Jones's avatar

wonderful point on the power of presence. we can miss miracles if we’re only looking for mud

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Bill Prindle's avatar

Glad you included the broken birdbath! Our front step fountain also cracked this winter, and I’ve been contemplating what to do. Maybe as Leonard Cohen says, the cracks are how the light gets in.

Grace for me today is remembering that my tachycardia (rapid heartbeat) can yield to the grace of the vagal nerve system right here in the same torso. We have grace built into our bodies; and as the world becomes more wildly unregulated, we can tap our breath, our gut, our awareness to reregulate our over-stimulated bodies.

Zooming out a bit, I note that using the vagal maneuver as ER docs call it, which is a focused breathholding with abdominal contraction, much like what works for hiccups, forces me to move my awareness out of my thinking place in the forebrain and into the center of my body. And much as Descartes would disagree, it’s not that ‘I think, therefore I am,’ it’s more like ‘I breathe, and I am.’

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James Crews's avatar

Yes, "I breathe, and I am," sounds very much like Thich Nhat Hanh. I love the idea that grace is built into our bodies.

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Dwight Lee Wolter's avatar

Yes, Leonard Cohen.

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Holly's avatar

"I breathe, and I am" ... oh, yes 🙏 🤲 🙏

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Marisol Muñoz-Kiehne's avatar

When our base breaks off,

may we still hold out, open.

Salvage what we can.

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Holly's avatar

Gorgeous

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Skott Jones's avatar

lovely haiku!

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Dwight Lee Wolter's avatar

I don't look for grace. I am doubtful if it looks for me. I create a space for it.

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James Crews's avatar

That feels like the beginning to a poem in and of itself!

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Skott Jones's avatar

reflecting on this poem led me to focus on the idea of “foundations”. be it a building or a body, perhaps some foundations are facades, leaving us falsely believing that when we fall we have failed. much like your realization that the birdbath was still of use and served a purpose, albeit differently than imagined or invented, maybe we are so much more than the foundations we think keep us safe and sheltered. thanks james

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James Crews's avatar

I love this meditation, Skott. Our many foundations in life will inevitably fall and fail. And we can often rebuild or reimagine or reframe. Thank you!

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Clare Tomkins's avatar

For me, Grace comes quietly when I allow myself to not have the answer.

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Charlotte Starfire's avatar

James: I’m part of a women’s group that is exploring ‘Living Grace’. Most of them are not on Substack. Would you be OK with me sharing your poem? I’m not sure the best way to do that. They all have a ‎WhatsApp community. Would you be OK with me sharing it? And if so, do you have a suggestion the best way to do that?

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James Crews's avatar

Hi Charlotte, yes feel free to share! You could probably take a screenshot of the post on FB or Instagram and share that as a photo?

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Callahan Gobble's avatar

What a waste

a closed heart is, like a fist that clenches

of its own accord, so caught in habit

the hand doesn’t know what it’s doing.

So beautiful / so relevant

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James Crews's avatar

It did feel timely when I wrote it. Thank you!

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Mary Hutto Fruchter's avatar

I have a bird bath base but no bowl. 😂 i keep the stand in my house thinking I’ll find the just right bowl at a thrift store one day. In the meantime, I’ve switched to plastic solar fountains which bring me and the neighborhood cats and hopefully some birds, joy. I love the idea of grave and thinking about what a gift it is when it arrives.

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James Crews's avatar

You have a base and I have a bowl--we should really get together! ;)

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Mary Hutto Fruchter's avatar

Clearly that is what the universe seems to be saying.

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Jeannie Prinsen's avatar

I just wanted to let you know I read this poem, "Grace Makes Us," aloud at our church's Easter service today. We had been invited to suggest poems/other readings to add to the program. It fit in perfectly and was so well received. Thank you for it!

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