Shards of glass lay before me. Like the pieces of my life. Of a broken relationship that I cannot fix. Myself. Perhaps the broken vessel must be tossed away. And a brand new vessel must take its place. For new wine cannot be poured into old wineskins. Lest they burst. We must begin anew. We must start afresh. Can we begin with forgiveness? And trust the Master Builder with the rest? Can we throw away the past? Throw away the shards of glass? And drink love new. Drink new wine in new wineskins. Me and you.