Saturday, July 20, 2024

The Builder

 

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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