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Dear Biddy,

I have been introduced to a beautiful Japanese parable and image today on Good Friday, it is called kintsukuroi.  It is the concept of a broken ceramic being repaired by gold or silver, making the bowl even more beautiful because of the repair.  In the original fable the source of the gold is from the incoming monarch’s crown thus making the crown simpler and stronger in the process too.  What a beautiful metaphor for this Good Friday.  I have always loved the Leonard Cohen song Anthem that contains the lyric:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

The interplay between light and shade that is offered by both the crack and alchemy of healing the bowl with a precious metal brings together all the elements.

The Christian story of Good Friday has all these elements too although the promise of healing and wholeness is not fully realised on this day but with the dawn of Easter Sunday.  The broken body, betrayal and humiliation that comes with the day by the founder of the firm (as Fr Bob Maguire refers to Jesus) is played out time and time again in history by the prophets. Those who stand up for those with the least often go the same way as Jesus and indeed it is the mark of many a successful prophet, even those who do not espouse to follow Jesus of Nazareth.  The idea of being broken is one thing, and then patching up the broken-ness with a golden (or silver thread) opens me up to deeper meaning of renewal and restoration.  The light that gets reflected through the crack and then when it has been closed by metal that has been subject to heat and a crucible seems to me to be an incredibly relevant metaphor for Good Friday.

The word crucible comes from the Latin word for cross (crux / cruc).  I love this idea that the cross itself is the vessel holding the molten precious metal corresponds for me to the blood of Christ flowing in the Passion and through the process humanity is made new again – the cracks repaired and we are all more beautiful because of the repairs that are applied by the Divine in the rays of Easter morn.

A Good Friday Poem (c) Moira Deslandes

The wooden crucible holds the body

And the blood.

The transfusion of molten red liquid flows in Divine

And human veins.

Expired sigh.

Inspired – the cosmic breath is received.

The night comes,

The night goes,

The dawn comes.

Arrayed in golden light

Slithers of threads fusing,

Restoring, creating.

Forming magma to apply to the cracks.

Divine mortal unification.

Kintsukuroi.

More beautiful

Because first broken.

Kintsukuroi

Kintsukuroi

 

 

 

 

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