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Poem: “Broken House”

by on Jul 16, 2011 in Poetry
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Broken House

Today I am convinced
that everything I do
has little value, Lord, to You,
to others, or myself. A vase
of many flaws, atop a shelf,
just waiting: 
I speak, but no one hears
the sound, and all around
the silence of myself – berating –
I wonder what will make me real?

Lord, take this vase and fill
me with Your Self. Or break me
in new patterns of Your will,
but let me not spill one drop of You.
Cast me not away, Lord.

Mary Harwell Sayler


Mary Harwell Sayler is a lifelong lover of Christ, the Bible, the Church, prayer, and poetry. Her published works include hundreds of poems and 27 books in all genres. She discusses poetry forms and techniques on the Poetry Editor & Poetry blog.