Friday, May 30, 2008

wine glass

a wine glass can break into 57 pieces.

57. shards displaced in blades of grass,

on sidewalk meant for chalk and rainbows.

 

small, meticulously sharp.

find their way from the confines of communion

to the trenches of brokenness, of depravity, of no hope.

 

it is a fallen world that put the pieces there;

understanding that quietly picks them up;

and love that takes another glass from the counter-

returning it to the position of wine and bread-

blood and body.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful

knsayres said...

you write so true. write more, please.
also, you should know i keep the photo from nepal in my passport, always.