Thursday, October 8, 2009

A Shard of Glory

Look closely.
You can see her smiling.

Listen quietly.
You can hear her soul rejoicing.
There is laughter, too.

Touch gently.
There...on her you feel it? A tear...occasionally.
It is a pure, clean tear; not the kind that was there before, full of anger, pity and misunderstanding.

The old mysteries have withered; new ones wait to be born.
It is there, in between, that you will find her floating on the shard of Glory she found waiting in the long Autumn shadows.

Colored Pencil - 2.5 x 3.5 inches
Drawing inspired by these words:
But listen to me; for one moment,
Quit being sad,
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

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