Shattered Glass

When I think of shattered glass, I think of jagged shards of what was tumbling through the air.

And while it seems that all is lost, a rainbow of light catches my eye.

Where is it coming from? It is the sunlight bouncing from the multi-faceted edges of broken lives.

Sunlight bouncing from the broken pieces of what was, and becoming something in its own right.

It is a lesson from my son who still teaches me from the other side.

It is his voice calling out, “Mom, make this into something good.”

And so I watch the shards tumble in slow motion.

Twisting, turning, changing what was into what is.

It doesn’t make me miss what was any less,

But it gives me hope that out of the broken pieces of our lives will come a sparkle of color,

Hope for a better tomorrow; for those who fight on.

Hope that we can change and save the crystal lives standing so perilously close to the edge of forever.

Hope that we can pull them from the brittle darkness and place them in the light where their lives may shine.

Wait for me my son; keep showing me the way.

I will love you always and when my work is done,

I will reach out to touch you once more.

A welcome touch; once thought to be lost,
but in reality, only waiting for my calling to be fulfilled,

A reunion simply delayed but sure to come.

“To my son Case, who bravely fought with the darkness of depression. I will love you always.
Mom

-by Nancy Miller Page