Monday, September 1, 2008

Fragile

I heard the sound of glass shattering,
like elegant pearls spilling all over the floor.
And I did not know how to clean them up.
And I did not know how to put them back together, on my own.
And I noticed the sound I heard came from me.
And I realized it was my heart.
And then I realized how fragile I was.

(thoughts from one of those once apon a time moments...)

4 comments:

Susan Skitt said...

You have a precious heart :) I hope it is mended - by the One who gave His heart for you :)

Colleen said...

Always bringing it back to the Lord Susan, I'd be an idiot not too. :)

~**Dawn**~ said...

I am late to comment (I was on vacation) but I so identify with this, Colleen.

Colleen said...

Dawn- Hello friend, reading your blog as long as I have, I know you know what I mean :)