Happiness is like a crystal,
Fair and exquisite and clear,
Broken in a million pieces,
Shattered, scattered far and near.
Now and then along life's pathway,
Lo! some shining fragments fall;
But there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
You may find a bit of beauty,
Or an honest share of wealth,
While another just beside you
Gathers honor, love or health.
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
Broken is the perfect ball;
And there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
Yet the wise as on they journey
Treasure every fragment clear,
Fit them as they may together,
Imaging the shattered sphere,
Learning ever to be thankful,
Though their share of it is small;
For it has so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
-Priscilla Leonard
Friday, December 3, 2010
Happiness
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Love the pictures of Jeff and Sable. Very cute! And of course the one of you and Oz.
Amen, sister.
What a beautiful poem and equally beautiful photos. These are good times, thought definitely fragmented. I love the way she describes it, and that she points out that it's okay not to have every bit of happiness but just enjoy what you've got. I just got home from a long chat with a friend who's struggling in her marriage, and this poem gave me an inkling of what the answer is for her. So thanks for sharing!
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