A Heart is never broken.It only seems to be when grief or disappointment has struck it cruelly-and left you with the fragments,the shards of bitterness.But pieces come together,the time eases the distress-and one day you are whole again,at peace,content to rest-in the quiet knowledge that the worst was for the best.
Hearts do mend and in the end are stronger for the stroke.wiser and more gentle than they were before they broke.Like the work of restoration on a shattered bowl-like,the craftsman,recreates the devasted soul.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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