needing your touch
your melting gaze
to mold us afresh
We are shards of glass
lost and scattered around
far from where we belong
needing a healing wand
This broken glass
once misused and abused
is molten and brazed
to make an honorable mug
This vessel of class
carries messages of life
a vessel of love
through which healing doth flow
so laugh now you of scorn!
kick at us as we groan
one day soon
you will really wish
you had been broken glass!
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