Glass is burned
and melted
and molded
burned
and melted
and molded
Again
And again
And again
Until it reaches its final form
Sometimes the glass is molded for beauty
Sometimes the glass is molded to be put to good use

And sometimes
the glass breaks.

Maybe the glass
falls
falls
falls
to the ground
and shatters into pieces.

Sometimes the pieces can be picked up
and reformed
into
new patterns
and new designs

But sometimes you cannot save this glass.

But
despite the fact that this glass was never finished to be
something beautiful
or something useful

It was once in the process.

It was in the process of becoming more than it was.
It's whole life
it was in the process.

Despite the fact that nobody had the chance
to stare at the beauty of this glass
or use this glass to hold their flowers,

to the glass blower

it was beautiful.

He saw it in its most fragile state
during its most beautiful times
He shaped it

deliberately

every curve

every corner

was deliberate.

Despite the fact that this glass was never used for its intent
it served perfectly
because
to the glass blower

it was beautiful.