"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, December 5, 2016

Poem: Breakable

Blown glass, 
   delicate as a sigh,
hung by a silver thread,
trembles with colored light.
most precious of gifts,
wide open and defenseless,
places us under a charge:
Never, may we harm,
 Never may we betray,
with careless word 
or unkind act,
 that sacred trust.

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