ShAtTeReD gLaSs…

ShAtTeReD gLaSs, broken, worthless,
meant for discard,

Shards, ohhhhh the broken shards,
unrecognizable, splintered shards.

Prickly slivers graze and stab.

Pain, ohhhhh the crazy, wicked pain,
unbearable, unshakable pain.

Perfect designs grace and shine.

Patterns, ohhhhh the imperfect patterns,
unpredictable, undefinable patterns.

Unique visions explore and grow.

Light, ohhhhh the glimmering light,
vulnerable, undeniable light.

Exquisitely broken beautiful and bold,

ShAtTeReD gLaSs, imperfect, invaluable,
meant to illuminate.

ShAtTeReD gLaSs a symbol of HoPe!

SIDEBAR: All too often we think that broken-shattered glass isn’t good for anything but the trash. We may even feel the same about “broken-shattered” individuals. But in reality, let’s think about this “brokenness or “shatteredness” and how it masterfully bends, shifts and adapts. Take for example light and shattered glass…the light is bent, molded, let out but it is also shifted, reflected and let in. In our own “shatteredness” we can choose to let the light in and out, bend and mold, reflect and adapt. We can choose to see the beauty in the breaking and make something of nothing. Let the shattered pieces of our lives share light, a light for self and others. May you see the beauty in each of the ShAtTeReD gLaSs pieces and find hope, a hope that allows light in and out. Be well my sisters, be well. LYS