Monday, 02 November 2009
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The Long Fall Back to Earth
By Jars of Clay
see relatedPorcelain Heart
A glass heart is cradled in my hands. It beats slowly, peacefully. I guard it with my very life, keeping it safely from danger. As fragile as an egg, it rests...trusting my strength. For the danger comes not so much from another, as from myself. A foul move, an unexpected twitch and this gift will crack. A clenched fist, and the gift will shatter, perhaps never to be remade whole again. The heart's greatest ally could become it's worst enemy, close enough to deliver the fatile stab. A gift so easily crushed...God, keep my hands steady.
A heart of glass lays in my hands. And it beats...=)
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