The Repatriation of Shards

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 alters 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 ..