Don Nguyen


Broken Beauty


Can one see a beauty?
Beauty can be perceived, not seen;
For one person might call something a beauty; the other sees it ugly.
A broken statue can be discovered as a treasure to an expert,
But it can be seen as rubbish to untrained amateur.
Is there a beauty in a broken stained soul?
To her, who owns the soul might think naught;
To God Who had created her soul has long besought
To restore her soul to its pristine original image.
Is it ugly useless waste which should be thrown away?
Absolutely not, for God still regards a broken soul as His unpolished beauty;
And that is why He now sends His art conservator/restorer - me ;)
Is it kind of scary?

Submitted: Thursday, January 16, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 17, 2014

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