Break
©January 11th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am not a fan of broken things.
Still, there’s beauty even in shards.
The light falls so prettily,
So brokenly on them,
And there are so many reflections
Gazing back at me!
Things break – that is a given.
When small things break,
We’re thankful it’s not the big things.
And when big things break,
We’re happy it’s not bigger things,
There always another, bigger,
More beloved, treasured thing.
Thus, we fall apart, little by little,
Happy it’s not the whole of us,
Broken all at once, suddenly, finally.
I wonder what that would be like.
Would I be happy that it’s just
All of me that’s broken, and not
Someone else? Would I know?
Would I grieve this shattering?
Would every broken piece
Long for wholeness?
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