Member Poem

The fragments of glass that lay on the marble floor,

That mimicked the impeccable design that was made on the floor;

Yet these glass fragments looked so immaculate.

They sparkled like precious stones;

They looked like stars that lighted up the gloom-stricken expanse,

Their alluring nature caused one to wonder their origin,

Their importance and how they had any impact,

They bespoke of uncertainty as their minute parts released a shroud upon my eyes.

A hazy appearance clouded my foresight as these fragments made me fear,

The sharp cutting edge made goose bumps colonize my dry skin,

As a tussle for stability ensued in my mind;

The unknown terror gripped my heart as these alluring, fragments caused me to doubt their authenticity.

As I pored over the mishmash of thoughts;

A wind swept across the room like a sirocco,

These fragments were lifted up by an unseen hand.

 As they were gathered into a magnificent piece,

I was stuck in bewilderment. 

As I fixed my gaze on this eighth wonder of the world,

Could this be a Michelangelo Piece?

So superb as I read the inscriptions under the painting,

You are the Righteousness of God,

A king and a Priest,

The Big Picture Indeed.