Broken jars

Sow many moons ago…

Fair as the night sky,

Cool refreshing breeze

Bleeds ~

Hot 

Almost

Cumbersome…

Yet when the moment struck ~

Opportunity?

Never lost

Always ~

Won

God has been

Good to me

From start to finish

These scars

Are my

Prize & 

My

Glory

Is it the scar or the jar

You seek?

May your sweetest

Memories

Fly free~

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