Shattered

theshepherdsfold

When tennis-ball sized hail fell in Cheyenne a few weeks ago, it shattered our glass table into a thousand smithereens….

And when the words fell and the friends turned on their heels, and the silence prevailed, I felt something else shatter as well.

I’ve scarcely thought about the pile of glass in my front yard…but there are other broken things that I constantly grate and tear, that worked their way into my dreams.

And today I wanted, as close as I ever have in my life, revenge. For them to harvest a small sampling of the pain they’d forced me to reap.

But the only one gathering anything was me, when mom called me out front to help pick up all the glass.

I crouched and peered at the dirt and debris around me on that lawn. Some of the pieces were large, piled together, easy to find. Others were…

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Shadows

Nights are darker now 

your shadows fill the room 

your smile haunts my memory 

the pain of death too soon 

oh to hear your voice again 

that laugh I held so dear

the last hug before you left 

both our eyes filled with tears 

I thought I knew what suffering was 

that I’d experienced death 

I did not know how lucky I was 

or how I had been blessed 

life is short i’ve learned 

what are we living it for?

are we present here and now 

Or look only to the future?

one cannot predict 

we do not know our wants 

what we took for granted 

These are the shadows that haunt