These cracked and broken figurines,
These pieces of hands and feet and heads
Scattered across the sidewalk
Windowpane of life, catching the light
Glittering in unembodied myriads of facial expressions,
Verbal exclamations, hand signals, poses
Articulating their aspirations
And those disappointments;
Moments of birth, toil, love, death
In a thousand pieces of
Glass, signs, time pieces,
Keys, coins, rings,
Stained glass windows
Of transformation and grace,
Until the dreams of the figurines
Are all that is left of them.
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Author Notes
This is a piece of abstract expressionism, a montage or collage of scattered images of life, the struggles and triumphs that make it up, and the things we hold in our hands that fall out of our hands at the end. And there, above us, in the light of the stained glass windows, are the dreams at the core of our spirit, that live on out of our broken bodies. estory
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