A pristine reflection.
This picture worthy of frame.
The fretful smile.
Your perfect American Dream.

A hammer
He took to it.
The shards of glass
scattered about your bleeding toes.
But it’s okay.
It’s more beautiful this way.

When the Light shines,
it goes where it is needed now.

It’s more
than okay.
It’s true
noble
reputable
authentic
compelling
gracious.

It’s more than okay.
It is so much better this way.
In its brokenness,
it becomes complete.

So I thank Him
for the shatter.
For death was the start of life.
It’s more than okay.