By: Darrelyn  L. Tutt

I don't fear things like I used to,
For I know things I didn't used to.
The cruel shards of glass with the sharp ridges and blood stained edges,
The piercings of the soul ...
God only knows.
But see them glow,
These slivers of glass,
 Inside the soul.
When the soul is angled just right,
And tilted just so,
It glitters with the incandescent glow,
Of the purest wisdom.
Wisdom ...
 The scarlet interpretation of pain,
Embedded in the "ordained" trial and strain,
  Through shards of glass.
Threaded strands of slivered gold ...
Inside my soul.
"He hath made everything beautiful in His time ..."
Ecclesiastes 3:11