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The Vase

Shattered.
Memories and warm emotions on the floor.
A million pieces of a moment in time,
enshrined in a beautiful vase,
now gone.

Loss.
No longer a visual invitation for reflection,
merriment, consolation, even joy,
is waiting to greet me when I open the
cabinet door.

Tears.
“I’m really sorry!”

 Lies.
“It’s okay.  No big deal.”

Truth.
“You are more important than a vase.”

Sacrifice.
White lies.  A reign on my tongue.
Choosing reconciliation, healing, truth.
Relationship over ensconced personal, pleasant,
mementos of the past.

God.
“...If anyone... does not hate ... his own life also,
he cannot be My disciple.” ¹

  1. Luke 14:26

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