Holy Communion
Broken Jewels
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I am a link of lapis.
You are a remnant of ruby.
He is a fragment of fiery opal.
She is a chip of cloudy emerald.
How we got here, why, we cannot say.
We don't feel the shift and slip of the spinning sphere.
We only feel the collisions, our edges shearing against each other.
The Master alone, who hand-picked and gathered us,
Sees the patterns He pieces together,
Turning the wheel of Time at will.
We tumble toward the center,
His light and our reflection
Making the rose window bloom.
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About the Author
Twenty years ago, Geraldine Guadagno bailed out of a job in Finance, only to find that her parachute was made out of lead, not gold. Thanks to her husband, she made a soft landing, and hit the ground running, pursuing a long-postponed dream of writing for children. She also writes occasionally for adults. Sometimes, she finds poetry in the everyday. God has granted her success mostly in the Catholic genre, and she is grateful to Him. Geraldine was educated in Catholic school for 12 years and later completed Catechist 101 training. Find out more about her at geriguadagno.com.
