look at a little later with awe.
Like jewels they tumble into our hands
colorful and worthy.
These glass sentiments
are no longer breakable
no longer vulnerable
but a soft and gentle
remembrance of a moment
when everything seemed shattered
when the outline of our lives
crumbled enough for us to see
the vibrant color, the persistent
smoothing that claims the best of us
the unseen beauty trapped in a vase
of our thoughtless thinking.
The blessings from our brokeness
leaving the gentlest sound of crashing
glass and the memory of mercy.