Capsized on street,

guts spilled – not neat.

The sweeper came to clean,

disgusted by the scene.

But one stooped low;

decided, “No.”

Picked up all parts –

lid, faces, heart.

Mixed up and broken

the box soft-spoken

was rescued in the nick

even though it was sick.

To be held in the hands of One,

and though broken to have won

the favor of One’s eyes

is a beautiful surprise.