I pass by on a conveyor belt,

Moving by the energy of needs,

Not mine.

I can fill the gap,

In a thousand cracks,

Even as I am shattered.

Clear glass,

See right past me,

I ask for nothing,

And nothing is given.

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Sorry, faithful readers. I am not writing holiday cheery prose this Christmas.

It’s been a challenging year and it’s ending in a crescendo instead of a soft peace.

My hope is some words strike the right chords and you connect and feel a little less misunderstood.

That can only make sense in my universe!

Wishing you the best of holidays, deep healing, steady joy and peace that gives you an inner smile.

– Clare