Grace's Fragments
Photo by Bgrace
Fragile
Like the bucket of seashells the girls and I collected
Pearl-white with purple edges, buffed smooth by sand and wave
Pushed beyond the receding tide and left to adorn the shoreline
Porcelain curves revealing their intimate secrets
and untold stories
As the widow’s countenance that broke into smile and tear
At the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the sight of an old friend
Comforted by one as she consoled another in shared grief
Unspoken understanding evoking cherished memories
and unfinished dreams
Like the stained-glass pieces of my faith that stare at me
Sometimes green, sometimes red; broken bits with razor sharp edges
Pieced together into a wordless mosaic of confusion and perception
Dull and tilted shapes awaiting rays of light to permeate their transcendent beauty
and unrevealed glory
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