that fell out of my pen this morning.
Hope ya like it ...
In the Master’s Hands
by Lyn Marinello 5/17/25
Slivers of hope. Fragments of time.
Echoes of laughter. Etched emotions in rhyme.
Should-have shards and flights of fancy flecks.
Chipped and cracked and gathered specks.
Splintered hopes and tattered hearts.
Broken, battered, bits and parts.
Shattered wishes and Pollock-ed dreams.
Scraps of self and soldered seams.
What seems worthless – spilled hourglass sands,
Becomes a masterpiece in the Master’s hands.
Slivers of hope. Fragments of time.
Echoes of laughter. Etched emotions in rhyme.
Should-have shards and flights of fancy flecks.
Chipped and cracked and gathered specks.
Splintered hopes and tattered hearts.
Broken, battered, bits and parts.
Shattered wishes and Pollock-ed dreams.
Scraps of self and soldered seams.
What seems worthless – spilled hourglass sands,
Becomes a masterpiece in the Master’s hands.
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