Imperfect Prose - China

I am home.
My haven in the prairies.
Unpacking dishes
that journeyed
across the miles
wrapped tight
in the back of our vehicle.

Plates, soup bowls
salad dishes
cups and saucers
serving platters
and small fruit bowls.

They have been stashed
unused for years
on shelves
in my mother's kitchen
cherished because
they belonged
to her mother
before her.

Delicate floral on ivory
crafted in Bohemia
edged in gold.

These will find a way
to my table
where hearts gather
to find their joy
in the love and provision
of the Lord.

And here I feel
almost as fragile
as the fine china
moving my past
into my future.

Stop by Emily's In the Hush of the Moon to read more imperfections