Shattered Reflections

Beauty from the Broken

Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …

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The blue-green of his eyes reflect the agitated waves, which reflect the churning sky. Reflection upon reflection. An imitation of origination. See, the storm only mirrors—and that, dimly—the raging paradox of beauty and fury that composes his identity. I see it in his eyes, in the swirling colors. And when he laughs, the sound breaks …

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