The Repatriation of Shards
What shall become of us now we
are broken ..
Two parts of one whole, with each
of our shards both
fragmented and torn, like twin pages
lifted and pulled,
from some ancient book perhaps ..
And although written
in tongues, now largely forgotten,
we might still be
remembered, in a few old prayers
whispered, or hushed
that echo, in and around, chapels
and churches, or those
heard through, thick dusty curtains,
of magnificent
mosques, temples and cathedrals ..
Yet still, we are
nothing but a few, bright coloured
splinters of glass ..
Desperate and aching for sunlight
to free us from
these redundant altars of rock, wood
and brass ..
Pray pin and replace us, high in those
lofty, vacant and hungry
stone mullioned windows, where we
have always belonged ..
very beautifully written dearest poet 💕
Bless you Crimsin 🍓
Tremendous work. Powerful.
Thank you most kindly Thomas .. Best Regards, Neville
Powerfully penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
How very kind my friend thanks muchly .. Neville
Splinters of glass when they catch the light, have their own unique splendour. A fraction of the whole and yet they too shine. They too are of value. Stained glass windows are magnifique, as is this poem Neville.
Chris
You just made my week and of course, it’s still only Wednesday down here in Somerset .. Thank you for that our Chris .. and tis lovely to see you here .. It seems there is a mass migration in progress .. but then, it is autumn, I suppose .. Kindest Regards and wishing you All the very best of All Good Things, Neville 😎🍷👍
Not easy navigating a new site, taking it slowly, but WC is virtually on life support Neville. Couldn’t access it for weeks. All good wishes to you and yours.
Chris
Ha, tell me about it .. I’m still struggling but thanks again.
Neville