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nosillasparlkes · 01-28-2009, 05:39 AM

STAINED GLASS

Shattered, distorted, painfully sharp
innocent colors scattered
around my still and grieving heart
pieces of a glass puzzle
lay in confusing disarray
whispering of shame...brokenness...dark hurt

I numbly stare in disbelief...
then anger...then deep sadness
beauty so carelessly scarred
each shining remnant reflects
a faint image once known to this child
niave perfection...pure design...a Master's touch

As the last of the sharpest fragments
fall near enough to cut
I must pause to honor
the small, welling voice within
release the anguish of her soul
the silence pierced...a screaming question...."Why?"

A new design awaits it's birth
fresh tears need time to fall
upon the jagged crystal
perhaps to cleanse, refine...restore
beauty is to be found here
amidst what appears destroyed..useless...beyond repair
.
Where does one begin in the gathering
of a stained and shattered soul
one so weary and little and sad
Help me, Master of the fragile brilliance surrounding me
In your strength can we
lift each broken piece to the light...and mend...and heal

Copyright 2000
Lani Kent

IO Storm · 03-09-2009, 03:26 PM

That is so beautiful N...

BrandMusic · 03-19-2009, 07:34 PM

nice

macrojohn · 06-15-2009, 01:23 PM

What a lovely poem. I used to make stained glass and can relate.
John

missbubble · 07-10-2009, 09:34 PM

WOW That says alot....never looked at my life in that perspective! Thanks

01-28-2009, 05:39 AM	#1 (permalink)
nosillasparlkes Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Idaho Posts: 10	poem-Stained Glass STAINED GLASS Shattered, distorted, painfully sharp innocent colors scattered around my still and grieving heart pieces of a glass puzzle lay in confusing disarray whispering of shame...brokenness...dark hurt I numbly stare in disbelief... then anger...then deep sadness beauty so carelessly scarred each shining remnant reflects a faint image once known to this child niave perfection...pure design...a Master's touch As the last of the sharpest fragments fall near enough to cut I must pause to honor the small, welling voice within release the anguish of her soul the silence pierced...a screaming question...."Why?" A new design awaits it's birth fresh tears need time to fall upon the jagged crystal perhaps to cleanse, refine...restore beauty is to be found here amidst what appears destroyed..useless...beyond repair . Where does one begin in the gathering of a stained and shattered soul one so weary and little and sad Help me, Master of the fragile brilliance surrounding me In your strength can we lift each broken piece to the light...and mend...and heal Copyright 2000 Lani Kent

03-09-2009, 03:26 PM	#2 (permalink)
IO Storm IO Storm Wheel Of Fortune Champion! Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Southern California Posts: 18,175 Blog Entries: 2	That is so beautiful N... __________________ "God holds me still in the eye of the Storm"

03-19-2009, 07:34 PM	#3 (permalink)
BrandMusic Member Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: UK Posts: 52 Blog Entries: 1	nice __________________ 27 may 2009

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06-15-2009, 01:23 PM	#4 (permalink)
macrojohn Member Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: San Jose, CA Posts: 4	What a lovely poem. I used to make stained glass and can relate. John

07-10-2009, 09:34 PM	#5 (permalink)
missbubble Member Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: streator il Posts: 1	WOW That says alot....never looked at my life in that perspective! Thanks

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