We survive, together

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”

― C.S. Lewis

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Life is hard

Winds of life

And we are

Blown by the winds

Tossed by the waves

In our fragility we often get broken.

and, like bottles tossed carelessly to the side of the road.

we lie shattered, in pieces,

jagged fragments glistening in the sun

raw edges, sharp and tortured.

There are pieces of us scattered

along the roads we have traveled

In our brokeness we are empty.

Joy comes

but cannot be contained.

It seeps through the cracks to disappear.

Love comes

only to go,

and hope  --  there is no hope

for one so broken.

And yet,

and yet sometimes,

hope comes.

In a smile, in a touch,

in conversations lasting long into the night,

Piece by piece the metamorphosis begins,

and out of the jagged jumble the first faint glimmerings of wholeness grow.

a thing of beauty....

how can such battered creation be beautiful?'

And yet it is!

For all its seems and cracks,

the wonder of what it was, and is, and still might be,

shines through.

and deep in the murky depths love comes

and stays