I look upon the broken shards, healed together and fused into beauty.
Waves of purple sadness and violet hope refracting through us.
Love’s colors being cracked open, distilled down, and poured all around.
And the saints gather to hold us up in this light that passes through.
We are suspended now in a tender embrace, still not knowing, and yet somehow assured that all will be well.
“The light shines in (this) darkness, and the darkness cannot over come it”