Prisms

Light passes through the pieces

I’ve been unexpectedly away. To love and care, to help. Help move mountains with teaspoons. And in those long, hard days, right in the middle of them, over and over there was love and care in return, from friends, from strangers, in unexpected ways, in unexpected places. Daily, tears filled my eyes. Gratitude overflowed. The hard was just as hard, but also, it wasn’t, somehow.

Prisms

As we share the stories

of how we have been shattered

Light passes through the pieces

fractured into prisms

We see each other clearer

And more beautiful than if

We had never been broken at all

—David Gate, A Rebellion of Care

I’m so proud of the ones who’ve been shattered and have chosen to share. To care. Who’ve become more beautiful than if they’d never been broken at all.

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