Broken Glass- a confession of my soul

We are pieces of broken glass touching the earth.

Sitting still always, while moving in a dance from life to death (oh an endless dance).

Touching the earth as lambent spirits roaming onwards, ignorantly into the absurd beyond-

dancing forward and in circles looking blindly at sun.



Hope in us is illusive and false.

We may tell you that in motion there is rest-

that in living there is joy,

but there is none to be found in emptiness.

In this knowledge dance in the living and dying.....

because it cannot matter anyway

and you will soon be there.


Jesus, my heart can only find refuge in Your mountain.

Thank you for your deliverance-

Amen.