The Repatriation of Shards

What shall become of us now we
are broken ..
Two parts of one whole, with each
of our shards both
fragmented and torn, like twin pages
lifted and pulled,
from some ancient book perhaps ..
And although written
in tongues, now largely forgotten,
we might still be
remembered, in a few old prayers
whispered, or hushed
that echo, in and around, chapels
and churches, or those
heard through, thick dusty curtains,
of magnificent
mosques, temples and cathedrals ..
Yet still, we are
nothing but a few, bright coloured
splinters of glass ..
Desperate and aching for sunlight
to free us from
these redundant altars of rock, wood
and brass ..
Pray pin and replace us high, in those
lofty, vacant and hungry
stone mullioned windows, where we
have always belonged ..