The Shards
November 12th, 2009

Honed Shards of brokenness collect in shady passages and lightless corners with forlorn faces - rough and ridged against the darkness that pervades.

Many are the debts that stack in piles of rancorous and putrid refuse fashioning a chain around the broken Shards in a gulag without walls found and formed in their inner most being.   The debt convinces the Shards of deprivation that the idea of hope is a long forgotten treaty no longer honored or to be assumed.

Elapsed are the Shards who see themselves slipping from the day into the fissures of the darkness never to return and never to be held in the Light.. Never again to feel love.

Never to hold company and friendship again.  Weighty are the debts of the accuser!  Gradual is the demise of the Shards as they walk away from the Light with the debts firmly fastened with chains about their neck and anchored in their hearts.

Behold the Key!  We carry the Light to gloomy austere places where Shards are discovered in such an abundance the mind is numb and heart is wrenched. However wrenched it may be, the heart is led by the Divine and appointments are scheduled amid the insidious and sinister tide of the enemy.

May the parcels of debt fall from the loft of the heart and spill on the floor as though spat out with distaste and may the void of emptiness be filled by the Light which knows no darkness nor night, no barrier nor sin. And may the Shards be shaped and lovingly smoothed by Scarred Hands which once were drained of Glory then adorned in flesh.

A Scarred Flesh by which the Shards are healed.  A Scarred and Riven Flesh that has intimate knowledge of  the plight of the Shards.   The Scarred Hands render the parcels secured at the base of crossed wood and the debt is paid in full. The accuser is defeated.  So, he looks about for a new victim.

And, as for us, the vessels and vassals of the Light, may we be lifted by the Shards and blessed by the Light never to stop going.  Never to stop loving.

And, never to stop sharing. Furthermore, to never stop forgetting, we were all - once Shards of brokenness healed by the Light.