Once windblown sand without direction,
I am now glass, colored by life and faith and love.
Sand heated, tinted, shaped and placed,
Part of a larger picture.
Cracks and fissures healed and yet healing,
Whole glass within the framework,
Supported by Spirit,
Held in place, my place.
Light shines to the world through me,
A piece in the picture of the Bride,
Glass arranged just so to shine light and show the image,
Waiting for the King’s return.
He waits to heat, shape, heal cracks,
And place you just so,
So light and image shine on another,
Windblown sand without direction.
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