I wrote a little poem this morning, April 2, 2019, after reading your message (hope you don’t mind that I used some of your thoughts). I was in the middle of fixing some “broken” things, and was intrigued by your concept.
Broken
By Kimball Rasmussen
What is there to fear,
When our things are broken?
The things we hold dear,
At times, harsh words spoken.
We fuss and we fret,
We complain to our friends,
But do we forget,
To find sweet amends?
In fact, things must break,
Before they can mend.
It’s a process we take,
Until journey’s end.
Ground must be broken,
To receive a new seed.
The seed must then sprout,
For such is the need.
The seed must be buried,
In dirt and manure,
Scraped, poked and prodded,
Perhaps with a skewer.
In time things will grow,
As the soil is broken,
It does so in silence,
With not a word spoken.
A plant starts to form,
Its shape starts to show.
From soil twice broken,
That little plant grows.
But soon it’s surrounded,
By things we call weeds,
The farmer confounded,
Trying to meet that plant’s needs.
They grow up together,
This plant and the weeds.
He waters and nourishes,
All that plant’s needs.
Again, ground is broken,
Again, plant more seeds.
Nourish and care,
A new plant, in the weeds.
I then think of Jesus,
The greatest of all.
Yes, He, too, was broken,
The Redeemer of all.
Bruised, broken, torn for us,
On Calvary’s hill,
His heart was broken,
His blood did spill.
I plant in my broken heart,
Seeds of His love,
I carefully nourish,
These gifts from above.
So the next time I find my things,
Broken in half.
I should be more grateful,
Maybe chuckle, or laugh.
For what do I have,
That really matters at all?
Compared to the Christ,
Who redeemed Adam’s Fall?
When I find things are broken,
I think of His love.
The ultimate gift,
Came from heaven above.
John B HewlettApril 2, 2019
Profound essay, Elder Frogley. The refiners fire of adversity and probationary experiences are those that shape our eternal nature and character. What seems to be unbearable at the time, once endured becomes a lesson never to be forgotten . Thank you for this illustration of the daily elements that we depend on for growth and humility.
Comments | Return to Story
Kimball RasmussenApril 2, 2019
I wrote a little poem this morning, April 2, 2019, after reading your message (hope you don’t mind that I used some of your thoughts). I was in the middle of fixing some “broken” things, and was intrigued by your concept. Broken By Kimball Rasmussen What is there to fear, When our things are broken? The things we hold dear, At times, harsh words spoken. We fuss and we fret, We complain to our friends, But do we forget, To find sweet amends? In fact, things must break, Before they can mend. It’s a process we take, Until journey’s end. Ground must be broken, To receive a new seed. The seed must then sprout, For such is the need. The seed must be buried, In dirt and manure, Scraped, poked and prodded, Perhaps with a skewer. In time things will grow, As the soil is broken, It does so in silence, With not a word spoken. A plant starts to form, Its shape starts to show. From soil twice broken, That little plant grows. But soon it’s surrounded, By things we call weeds, The farmer confounded, Trying to meet that plant’s needs. They grow up together, This plant and the weeds. He waters and nourishes, All that plant’s needs. Again, ground is broken, Again, plant more seeds. Nourish and care, A new plant, in the weeds. I then think of Jesus, The greatest of all. Yes, He, too, was broken, The Redeemer of all. Bruised, broken, torn for us, On Calvary’s hill, His heart was broken, His blood did spill. I plant in my broken heart, Seeds of His love, I carefully nourish, These gifts from above. So the next time I find my things, Broken in half. I should be more grateful, Maybe chuckle, or laugh. For what do I have, That really matters at all? Compared to the Christ, Who redeemed Adam’s Fall? When I find things are broken, I think of His love. The ultimate gift, Came from heaven above.
John B HewlettApril 2, 2019
Profound essay, Elder Frogley. The refiners fire of adversity and probationary experiences are those that shape our eternal nature and character. What seems to be unbearable at the time, once endured becomes a lesson never to be forgotten . Thank you for this illustration of the daily elements that we depend on for growth and humility.
ADD A COMMENT