Shattered Glass

we look as if through shattered glass
the cracks in the window pane
the cracks in the winnowed pain
i run my fingers lightly over them, tracing

i close my eyes and remember the dark deeds
the shadow turned, the path of sorrow
yet even the cracks themselves reflect the light
shining brightly, it is only the cracks that sparkle

i remember the good that came out of the bad
the lessons learned, learned at long last
learned the hard way, but learned nonetheless
the sparkles in the crackles, the growth of a soul

shattered glass, yet still holding strong despite the cracks
the lines tracable, tactile to the fingers
sorrow, pain, darkness, joy, light and sparkle
bright points of light shining from within the darkness

shattered and cracked window panes
so too is it with my pains, they fade away with time
the sorrow of memory becomes merely sorrow in memory
and wisdom and growth are sent to me from Above

i am not perfect, no perfect pane of glass am i
yet it is only because of the shattered cracks
that i might yet sparkle brighter than mere glass
my weaknesses He turns into my strengths

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