A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Cheron L'Estrange ~ The Glass-maker's Grace

Then the Glass-maker smiled,
His fingers caressed the intricate design of the Wine-glass
in his palm
His chest swelled with pride
for the Glass’s every detail showed his skill

He had made many
Each with a unique mold
Passion in many tangible forms

The Glass-maker placed the Wine-glass
on his table
He loved to polish it and fill it
with the rarest of wines

Then one day a small boy visited the Glass-maker
The boy was rough and spiteful
He was handsome and cruel
And his very breath reeked of hatred
bellow the sugary surface-smell of mints

He derived a twisted sense of pleasure
from broken glass
And the Wine-glass fell
shattered into beautiful little shards

But love out-powers hate
And rescue comes
to those who listen
and those who find faith
in Him

Many hands are cut by broken glass
But the Glass-maker picked up
every shard

Then the Glass was refined with fire
And the Glass-maker’s blood mixed
with the Glass as it was melted

For the time had come that
the Broken-glass
should cease to be what was broken
and become what was made new

A new creation
As pure as a virgin
Clothed in red
Not by ignorance but grace

Its value given
by the Glass-maker
Purchased at the price of blood

© Cheron L’Estrange


1 comment:

  1. Ah. A wonderful metaphor. It reminds me of Corinthians--"now I see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face." Thanks. k. (Manicddaily)


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