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Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room 

for blame. In a secret place, he was crafted skillfully; non are the same.*
Stored away in my garage are many items of relative values. Some have little 

to no value and are pleading for me to  tossed them. Others are just put in containers relative to their size and shape. Some totes contain various items 

with distinct labels of identity. Some are boxed; some are in totes; some are very clearly 'marked'.  Fragile people are Like boxes of beautiful jars and 

choice pottery. Such ones must be cushioned  and shielded, with postings, signs, and markings, less they be broken in a thousand pieces. There is a                                                                   

Divine Mandate requiring us to be sensitive and protective of them.                                                                       To do less is to be a lesser human.  Always present is that inability to stand                                                    

up to conflict and withstand insensitive people.  He cries easily and hurts                                                       badly.  He requires  special touches of love and human kindness. The 'marked 

ones'  are so designated, not because he is more important; but rather, because he is so very fragile, and must be handled with care. The one who 

would dare to bully or mistreat him will himself be uncovered and revealed as one with much disfunction and sickness. No elasticity; No bouncing ability; No 

flexibility; as if crafted in a sea of glass. He is entrenched with fragility. Finished and matured glass is highly useful, but is very vulnerable and easily 

cracked and broken.  Some of us are strong and solid like a rock. Some of us are weak and vulnerable like sheets of glass. We all are made in God's image 

and likeness. You and I have an intrinsic worth of high and equal value. May we be as HE who notices every falling bird**, and embraces us as HIS friends.
10132017 PS Contest, Fragility, Hamilton,5P                                                                                                                                                                     *Psalm 139:15, **Matthew 10:39
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