I have built
Cathedrals of hope
And watched them shatter
In a breath of wind.
Even as they tumbled,
They were beautiful –
A million shards
Catching a sunset light.
And you asked me,
What was the purpose?
But all I could do was smile –
And watch the shower, and begin again
In the freshness of new morning,
With only a humble brick of glass,
A fragile mortar,
And a joyful heart.
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