Cracked Lamp

While cleaning, I knocked over
a favorite lamp, cracking it
in several places. Upset at first,
I finally calmed enough to see the
beautiful patterns of light that
filtered through the cracks,
filling the room with swirls of gold.
I realized then how often life seems
to break us until we see that through
the cracks shines our light from within.

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7 Responses to Cracked Lamp

  1. Pink Ninjabi says:

    Definitely, soo true! Wish I could twitter these posts more easily (hint, hint, sharing button). :D

    Pink.

  2. Lashauna D. Hinton says:

    Very lovely!

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