F-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-s
of
memory and of meaning,
SMASHED
into
razor pieces
which cut deep
when held –
slicing others’ hands
and my own.

Jagged, messy wounds
with profuse bleeding
in pink flesh (certain death by infection!)
despite blond curls and bright blue eyes!

Now? Then?
I will not listen; I will not hear!

Then, enter the rhythms of unexpected grace
Holding eternity within time

Piece by piece
memory by memory

f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t  by  f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t

broken glass
becoming

colour and light!

A person can be recreated
in cathedral beauty –
an Advent window
called…….HOPE.


The manGod has visited this one broken child,
become woman – becoming one

Truly her Emmanuel……

December 2003