Resolution

A friend sent this poem to me (Silver Lining). It resonated with me immediately.  I hope that it does the same with you!

 

 

The Resolution

 

I imagine myself as a Window

The frame sure and solid from fine, aged oak

The glass bright and gleaming, barely smudged.

 

Then an angry rock hurled unexpectedly

Shattered the shiny glass

Scattering bits of silver in every direction.

 

The frame still in tact, still standing

But empty without its glass.

No substance, no function, no purpose.

 

The rain and the wind blow wild

Sending a raw chill through the gabping frame

That’s still to fragile from the blow

To even dream of being whole once more.

 

Days go along slow and meaningless

Until one day, the frame longs to be a Window.

So many pieces to put back together

Such an exhausting task, and I am so weary.

Maybe just one piece.

 

One piece a day.

One piece a day.

Some of the pieces do not fit together anymore.

Some are lost forever.

Some are jagged and draw blood at the touch.

Some new unfamiliar pieces are found.

Still, a small pebble tossed carelessly

Can reshatter the glass at a any time.

But somehow the glue does seem to make the

Glass stronger, not so breakable.

 

Today, I viewed my Window from a distance.

The cracks were barely visible

And a new gleam was proudly bouncing

Off the mended glass.

Up close, I saw something new.

My Window was now a Mirror,

Its new purpose to reflect a warm glow

To those who pass by in need of comfort.

 

– Susan Erling