Break a vase and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than the love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole. Derek Walcott Nobel Lecture; 7 Dec 1992.
I have been listening to this song on repeat for the last few days.
It is exquisitely sensitive, and delicately tangled.
Sara B echoes my soul: three years ago.
The beauty is that I can relish the feeling of this song,
and leave it behind.
I wouldn't give it all back to start over to rewrite an ending (or two).
My life has become infinitely.... more... because of my shattered soul.
God sealed the pieces of my heart together.
Now when uncertainty builds and fear creeps, I can remember.
God is the glue of my soul.
And He knows exactly how arrange the pieces.
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