“I’m only as strong as glass,” she said. “I could break and I might shatter.
I’m speaking of my body. Of course, my mind is a different matter.”
Broken glass infused with color becomes an artist’s inspiration.
Transformed into a stained glass window… it’s now a stunning creation.
White light passing through a prism releases a full spectrum of colors.
Glass cast aside by some is now deemed magical by others.
Glass can be deceiving. We see many shapes and sizes.
We think we can see through it, but it often will surprise us.
It’s vulnerable to all things that are weightier and strong.
Fragile glass left unprotected won’t be whole for very long.
She said, “I didn’t see it coming. I was broken beyond repair.
I knew I’d never be the same and it filled me with despair.
I saw a ray of light and looked up to see it’s source.
I couldn’t understand, and then I heard the words… ‘Of course’.”
He said, “Of course you’ll never be the same. Not like you were before.
Don’t lay in shattered pieces that you know you can’t restore.”
“What else can I do?” I asked. Silence met my plea.
My hand reached for a prism. Of course… His answers came to me.
Pick up a few good pieces of those scattered all around.
Take the ones infused with character. There are several to be found.
Let the light shine through that prism you are holding in your hands.
Brush off the other broken glass as the new you bravely stands.
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No matter how we live, we can’t control our lives.
We can’t prepare ourselves for all that might arise.
We might feel like shattered glass, broken for all time…
But we can salvage the good still there, and leave what we must, behind.
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“You must always be aware,” He said. “Because, of course, I’m always there…”
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