A broken reflection called life... |
| BROKEN REFLECTION A carefully crafted figurine, once beautiful and serene -- now broken in fragmented shards, hidden in a dark and misty dream. Weary of walking a path wrought with sadness and sorrow, life reticently wanders... What does it all mean? Always letting go of pain, worry and strife while embracing foes and woes in this game called life. To die bravely -- soul finally sworn to leave a legacy: love alone, minus all scorn. ------------------------- Unless a corn of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it abides alone: but if it dies, it brings forth much fruit. ~John 12:24 (paraphrased) |