Savaged the glass window
And gloried in its broken pieces
And sharpness
On the floor, the pile of broken pieces
Took them all
Like precious, delicate shells, cupped them inside my palms
Smiled at the scattered
Can beauty be felt? Out of this brokenness
Suddenly the rain visited from above
Drops formed on the broken pieces
Even on my eyes
It’s all blurry now
Can beauty be felt? Out of this blur
As they were pieced together, put back into whole
Let them go in my hands
Wiped the wetness of the whole
It’s not the same anymore
Break, blur
A stained glass
It’s all beauty never felt before
Who knew?
Ruins, rains, radiance.