A million pieces of my soul
scattered on the floor.
A thousand shards of glass
that once held my hopes, my dreams, and more.

But, with caring eyes
and guiding hands
with a loving heart
which understands
the task before me begins to unfold

Slowly

ever slowly,

So painstakingly slow.

Each piece is matched to its counterpart
Seamlessly so

The scars of ages past
appear to fade.

A new life is born
as if once again formed by the makers fire