burning brightly in the
forest of glass houses
There are so many way in this life to have your heart broken,
so many days that feel like a too-hard struggle
in a battle already lost.
And yet
the world keeps spinning,
the babies keep smiling,
the flowers keep blooming,
the birds keep singing.
If perception is everything,
reflection is nothing.
A mirage of reality.
The bowl in my hand is clear glass and heavy.
What I see is the flame of forgiveness.
A vessel, cradling my heart.
Light, made tangible.
I hold on.
.
.
.
March 24th, 2016 at 5:42 pm
Beautiful and hopeful.
March 26th, 2016 at 10:20 am
Heartfelt and true….we need to hold on and believe in love and forgiveness.