Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Our Life Is A Prism

My grandparent's house is full of prisms.  I've always loved to look at them.  One day (fairly recently) the house was busy and full of family laughing and telling stories.  I pulled away from the hustle and bustle to sit in the quiet dining room.  The prisms caught my eye again - in a way they hadn't since I was a young child.  I found them once again intriguing and inspiring.  So, I wrote this.  

Our life is a prism
Casting a new light with every turn
Our choices reflecting
Onto those we know
Onto those we don’t
We hold the rainbow in our grasp
Shades of life
To be determined
By one

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