Just a Little Gleam

The glass on the window, to a thousand pieces has shattered
and cannot be repaired and become what it once was,
nor can it bring back what really matters,
But some of the pieces can be lifted and put together
and even if the window is still a barrier with light blurred and dim,
behind the cold and grey mist there is a little gleam
that can calm his soul and comfort him,
No, he is not beyond repair,
He’ll pick up one piece, just one little piece at a time,
and start the journey again,
In the depths of silence, the heart learns secrets
and hears its voice.

--Bernadete vdw, '25