Pieces of glass
some shattered
some fractured
some broken.
My life’s words:
in breaths
in gasps
in prayer’s unspoken.
The shattered pieces are razor sharp, and will never again be part of the whole.
The fractured, broken ones, with glue may mend, with strength to accomplish that goal.
But fresh tears and red, red blood leave stains on my life, and a salty flood…
Tears for shattered things, for fractured broken hearts, cut more deeply than the glass; razor sharp.
LIGHT shines through the colored glass in hues so deep…
Be the unspoken promise I long to keep.
While never again the same unbroken me…
arrange the pieces of my life artfully.
May the tears and the blood I have cried; to LOVE, and to my life be applied:
Translucent…
until I, face to face see
LOVE looking through me
