Fragile

I've witnessed fragile. I've touched it, and felt its existence barely on my face. I've held it, and I've let it go. Fragile is precarious beauty, and shatters sometimes. Weathered and broken until the Restorer gently lifts each piece with the meticulous hand and soothes jagged edges with balm. Never the same... repurposed by Divine design. Wholly broken. Holy broken. ... and beautiful