"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Shard of Glass...


Like a shard of glass

Grief carves a wound in our being

With a turning of the years  

Forlorn faces may smile again

We are either consumed or transformed by our wounds

With our final breath we will know the, “…rest between two notes…”

Until then… we wait in a prolonged pause of disequilibrium

 

With grace in the” here and there - the now and then...”

Divine love sprinkled like rain

Mingled with tears of pain and joy





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