The Raggamuffin Silhouette

Broken streaks once again flood the face of the vessel trying once again to serve a purpose. Inclination of the former years dwindle in hindsight yet a vacant light at the end of the tunnel seem to spur life to bloom once again. The broken shards litter the ground like a poorly made mosaic coloring the black asphalt with chipped shades of copper. Angels hum above breaking the silence, Handel’s Messiah in brief synopsis energizing the air hat blows in and out of the cracks that seemed to have marked our subject in the onslaught of fluid thought encircling the dreams that the jar once held. Awakening once again to a new dawn spliced by rain clouds and rainbows the permeation of the translucent colors embody the warmth that heaven sees. The skies open and heaven’s tears begin to pour. Each one collected in the vase that stands as a silhouette in the vacant landscape. The ground is saturated with new life and flowers spring out from under the pavement. A trickle is contained within the vessel as a voice from heaven says, “Well done!”