Humpty-Dumpty

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Interesting how our gods all fall to pieces
when crisis comes knocking at our door.
Life in disarray lies before us
with no way of putting it back together again.
Looking into the eyes of hopelessness
shocks us into reality.
Invincible has no definition in our world;
We all sit on the wall waiting to fall.
Interesting how our gods fall to the floor
When crisis comes knock knocking at our door.

Inspired by a poem I read by Paul Vincent Cannon – Birthed by Silence

Birthed By Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Posting on d’Verse Poets Pub open link night! Frank asked us to put a couplet at the end of our poem. I hope this meets the criterion.

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Beauty in the Broken

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Brokenness is another way of reinventing ones self. Sometimes when the hard knocks of life shatter our plans for the future destroying our self-image, it helps to realize that this is not the end, but rather the beginning of new and greater things.

Beauty in the Broken

Look for beauty in the broken

For out of the shards of glass

Comes a beautiful mosaic

More spectacular than the original…

A healing of brokenness

Forever cemented together…

The pieces of anticipation

Broken, yet whole once more

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Ceramic Mosaic: Lynn Carmichael

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Restoration

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We just passed Reformation Sunday celebrating Martin Luther’s courageous challenge of the Catholic Church. He believed that our faith not our religious works are what make us right with God. He brought a new perspective to God’s grace in our life.  We come to God in our brokenness and find restoration, wholeness, and a renewed relationship. As a result, the Protestant Reformation emerged and continues to this day. This is a tribute to our brokenness and God’s grace!

Broken

What do you see when something is broken

An object to discard

Or an object restored

Half-full or half-empty

Perspective is everything

Affects all of life

We all become broken

At some time in our life

Thinking we are beyond repair

But God sees us otherwise

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And restores us with his grace

His perspective

His Love

Are always there

We always have our place

In ways beyond

What we could ask or think

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Photos & Guitar Repair: Dwight L. Roth

Reposted from a year ago…

 

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Perspective is everything in life. I have always been one to pick up objects that people put out on the street and take them home to fix.  I see treasures where others see junk. Today I finished a project given to me by a friend. This guitar was dropped and broken and about to be thrown in the dumpster when they remembered me. The fixer of broken things. I think of this in relation to life and my relationship with God. I am glad God does not trash us when we are broken. Read the poem to see how it turned out.

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Broken

What do you see when something is broken

An object to discard

Or an object restored

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Half-full or half-empty

Perspective is everything

Affects all of life

We all become broken

At some time in our life

Thinking we are beyond repair

But God sees us otherwise

And restores us with his grace

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His perspective

His Love

Are always there

We always have our place

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Photos and guitar repairs and painting: Dwight L. Roth

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Note: (I published this when I first started my blog last summer. Only a few of my followers got to see it so I am reblogging it again. Hope you like it!)

Photos and guitar repair work: Dwight L.Roth

New Life for a Vintage Guitar

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I love fixing things. Taking things others throw away and restoring them has been a lifelong passion. I got this guitar at the Habitat Restore where I volunteer. It was broken and split all around the top and on the side.  It appeared  someone slammed it down on the one side. I saved it from the dumpster and took it home to see what I could do with it. Over the past month, I was able to glue, patch, and cement the pieces back together.The little triangle pieces that held the top to the sides kept breaking off and falling out as I worked. I also love to paint, so I painted the design on the front back and sides that you see here.  The label said it was a Jose Ramirez made in Madrid in 1937. The guitar might have been worth a few thousand dollars if it had not been broken. I am happy with the way it turned out. It has wooden tuning pegs which tend to slip so keeping it in tune is a little difficult. The tone and resonance is still rich and clear. It will be an art piece for me!

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The whole top was loose, cracked, and broken.

 

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With filler, plastic wood, and super glue I put it back together.

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I primed and painted the sanded surface with auto paint.

 

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I was surprised to find 1937 on the inside label.

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I wanted to find some designs that would reflect the Spanish style.

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After painting the design with acrylic paint, I clear coated it with a coating

that was made for acrylic paintings.

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This was the final result.

Guitar Painting and Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Old House

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The beauty of growing old is what has transpired to bring us to this point. Character and strength become lasting qualities that in the end exit with us. As we age and our structures fail the beauty in our life comes in our children and grandchildren remembering who we are and what we represented.  We all pass on a legacy. The question is what that legacy will be. With those we love, or isolated and all alone?

This old house sits naked and exposed

Shivering in the wind and snow

Windows cracked and broken wide open

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Chilled to the bone sitting all alone

Once a fine family home

With joy and laughter all around

Now empty  voiceless resting in cold isolation

Stark stately beauty silhouetted against the white shroud

Weeds and brambles robbed in heavenly crystals

Out in the back we find the shack

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With frosted rims and dry holes

Home for mud daubers and wasps

Sitting all alone in a field of white

The door flapping in the wind

No warm bottoms thawing the seats

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Peaking through broken panes I see

Floorboards lifting plaster walls crumbling

Evidence of termites on sills and porch

This house sits on death row

Awaiting demolition or Department torch

Dust to dust ashes to ashes

To be remembered no more

Just tales blowin’ in the wind

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B & W Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Broken

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Broken

Perspective is everything in life. I have always been one to pick up objects that people put out on the street and take them home to fix.  I see treasures where others see junk. Today I finished a project given to me by a friend. This guitar was dropped and broken and about to be thrown in the dumpster when they remembered me. The fixer of broken things. I think of this in relation to life and my relationship with God. I am glad God does not trash us when we are broken. Read the poem to see how it turned out.

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Broken

What do you see when something is broken

An object to discard

Or an object restored

EER_0531

Half-full or half-empty

Perspective is everything

Affects all of life

We all become broken

At some time in our life

Thinking we are beyond repair

But God sees us otherwise

And restores us with his grace

EER_0546

His perspective

His Love

Are always there

We always have our place

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Photos and guitar repairs and painting: Dwight L. Roth

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Note: (I published this when I first started my blog last summer. Only a few of my followers got to see it so I am reblogging it again. Hope you like it!)

Photos and guitar repair work: Dwight L.Roth