I and Thou: Stained Glass

Glass is shattered,
To a thousand pieces.

Picking them up one by one,
Being careful not to get cut.

Crying over the loss,
Not knowing what to do.

An angel whispers,
Keep them in a cherished spot.

One day, you will know what to do,
Follow your heart when you are ready.

Taking a breath, slow and steady,
Sitting with a jar of broken glass.

Laying out work cloth,
Hands put into gloves.

Fitting the shapes side by side,
Creating a pattern – stained glass emerges.

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