Spiritual Portal

THE SHATTERED GLASS

I awoke to the sound
of the shattered glass
being strewn all around

Having been gathered up
throughout all of time
and returned to me , once again

To be united as one
into  the true me
shiny and bright as the beacon I AM

Tiny shards of my lives
forgotten and strewn
throughout time and space

Almost forgotten and lost
as my lives shattered
dropping piece after piece

In all of my lives I left a glass trail
I called all my lives
to return all the pieces back to me

In touching other lives
Over periods of time in each and everyone
I left a shard of glass of me

I felt a connection or bond
to every memory made
with each etch in the glass I made

Plus a tear or two  still attached
like the blood I found on the edge
of a shard or two

The fractures are still there
in each crack  and each line
a memory etched through a line of time

Of my yesterday lives
Of loves won and lost
of all my tomorrows to be

A few missing pieces  lost for all time
did not make it back  to me
along the sealed edges of all the goodbyes

All now gathered near
and returned here to me, from the all
through space and time

To once again  make me whole
In this time and in this  place
for me to find my beauty and grace

L.Lanham
8/24/09