Broken Glass
Broken Glass
My thoughts like broken glass.
Pieces like a jigsaw puzzle.
I can’t put my finger on the right one(s).
I look through each one.
They look so clear.
Stained Glass
God's light shines through.
I suffered through the process.
Serendipity of stained glass.
When I let go, the colors
amazed me so, and not just that,
but the stories they told.
Fragile prayers
Yes, this earth is fragile,
black and blue with floods,
earthquakes, spinners,
and suffering. Is this earth
a bottle of perfumed prayers?
Ascent of Scent
That perfume bottle
is lavender-esque,
something most beautiful,
like Queen Esther,
not her first encounter with the King
but the last, when her pretty head
could have rolled.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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