Just when we are calm and believe things to be certain, some one comes and takes us. They effect us in a way that we don't ever want to admit. Yet even those who can't see can tell. This fragile glass puts our hearts out in the open to where we are now cautious and consumed with doubt. It's almost as if the blind leading would be better than the bruised and broken hypocrites we turn ourselves into.
We are snow globes and with every broken promise, every lie that has been whispered we are shaken. Sparkles and snow cloud our souls and we are a mess. Afraid to ever settle down, avoiding silence and the calm of peace. Yet somehow- being shaken only once is enough. There is a beautiful chaos drifting through your being.
Some might think the glitter hovering is distracting and even ugly. Each speck is who you are, it's a piece of your soul and who He shed his blood for. Shame on them for not seeing beauty from pain.
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