Beauty in Breaking
Splendor reformed
There is beauty in the breaking
But not perhaps, to the broken,
When as shattered glass,
Pieces feel frightened, fast
Even when leaded bands bind
Coupled with broken bits, still remind
Colored, selected with care by artists design
Radiant majesty in cathedral’s hallowed hall
The sun showering rainbow hued colors upon all
Refraction through pains passage
Wide eyed pulpits,personal pride
Pewed people ogling the broken thing
Recast, remade, formed as homage to the Father
There is beauty in the breaking,
Yet tears still flow as rivers rapids
There is a possibility in the ruins of lost love
Broken things can still partake of splendor
But how to recognize hope
When we exist in our blind spots perpetually
Knowing what might be is cold comfort
When fear’s icy fingers fondle exposed vertebrae
Chilled in prophetic pause, up skins chilled hackles
There is beauty after the breaking
There is reformation in the ruins
We are ‘rounded day in and out by angels watching gaze
This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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