The Hunter

It is said that, "Two heads are better than one." While I believe that is true, it is truer still that two souls are better than one.

Recently, I was told by someone that while his vocabulary may be quite large, he didn't have the ability to affect the soul of another with his words. Of course I knew this to be untrue.

I often borrow the beauty of other's words for my poetry. It isn't that his words weren't beautiful...he just wasn't hearing them from my perspective. You see, I listen with a sense of wonder. I hear the beauty and visualize the depth of his words... affecting the soul of another:

The Hunter

Lagging behind
Soaking up scenery

Sitting motionless
Consuming God's creation

Quietly watching

Deer
Playing in the rain

Raccoons
Frolicking in tall grass

Hunting,
Hunting for beauty
Soothing his soul

Today's Silver Lining: Your words, my perspective...two souls, better than one.

Shattered

My room in high school was once a living area. The door was a sliding glass door. For privacy, my mom lined the inside of the glass with black contact paper and hung curtains on the outside of the door that was viewed from the rest of the house.

One day as I entered my room there was a very strange sound. It was as if tiny pebbles were falling gently upon a solid surface. I looked around and saw nothing.

It was not until much later that the mystery of the falling pebbles was solved....one day I finally looked behind the curtain of my sliding glass door and saw that the glass was shattered...but held together by the contact paper. It was a beautiful sight...a brilliant pattern of shattered glass backed by darkness.

Once upon a time I had a vision of "shattered" that was beautiful...recently I've experienced a new version of shattered. This is not the place to discuss the cause...But I will say that never could I have imagined hearts more shattered...shattered hearts backed with darkness...

However, I have since remembered how amazed we were that the broken pieces of the sliding glass door hadn't collapsed. Somehow it all stayed in place and we were able to make repairs without the shattered glass being scattered about. Somehow this gives me hope...

My contact paper lives within my heart. I invited him there when I was a child...he holds me together when I remember to let him...I pray each morning to remember...

I am broken...but not scattered. I am beautiful in my current condition...I will not hide. I will let the light shine upon me and hopefully through me.

Today's silver lining: When light strikes shattered glass...the result is magnificent. Let the light shine. Face the light. Remember beauty.