Monday, December 5, 2016

Poem: Breakable




Blown glass, 
   delicate as a sigh,
hung by a silver thread,
trembles with colored light.
            
                                                                  Love,
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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