We are all
broken pieces of pottery
We live our lives searching
for the ways
to put the vase back together
We seek many solutions
But the answers are always elusive
The pieces fit and then they fall out again
no matter how much glue we use
When all the pieces are finally there
the vase magically and spiritually
Is suddenly unbroken
We are astonished
We are whole again
We can stop searching and
Just live
The pottery is broken
But the vessel will live again.
jjn 3/22/22 3:15 am
