written by Marini Barika Facey
Broken glass turns into art,
a mended prism of light!
A soul looks through a window.
A window looks through an eye.
An eye looks through a key hole.
A heart opens its gates!
A mind unlocks its door!
A heart responds to a heart.
A soul listens to a soul.
The sun whispers to the moon.
The skies speak to the waters.
Oh window, release pain-
so cloudy, so dim;
now love is scenery!
The sun whispers to the moon...
A mind can enter a kingdom, heaven
when it unlocks its door to vision.
...The skies speak to the waters;
a heart finds freedom
when it opens its gates to hope.
To love another deeply
sets thousands of prisms free
from that shattered pane!