I started washing up today,
A plate slipped from my hand,
It shattered into a thousand parts,
Scattered across the land.

Each piece a tiny fragment,
Of what once was whole,
Reflecting how I sometimes feel,
Deep within my soul.

The jagged edges glisten,
In the morning light,
A mirror to the brokenness,
I often try to hide.

But in the midst of chaos,
There’s beauty to be found,
In the way the pieces sparkle,
As they lie upon the ground.

For even in our brokenness,
There’s strength and grace to see,
A reminder that we can rebuild,
And find our way to be.