Reflections

it fell from trembling hands
and shattered on the cusp of light
a thousand and one pieces of mirror
searching each other
with empty jagged eyes
multiplying absence

wasn’t it just the other day
the sky had fallen
with that same splintering crash
the sound of broken stars
and the audacity
of freshly shelled raindrops

that is the taste of prayer
scavenging bits of ourselves
stealing from forbidden landfills
creating perfect approximations
out of ill-matched fragments
two parts reflection, one part pain

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29 thoughts on “Reflections

  1. Such sadness to be that broken and have loss and its reflections block the egoless generosity of loving prayer. What’s left is a mere taste until the healing begins–but it won’t take 7 years.
    Amazing images, these:
    “searching each other
    with empty jagged eyes
    multiplying absence” AND
    “the audacity
    of freshly shelled raindrops” WOW

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