Good morning
When the dew is still
On the roses
And my favorite morning glories
Have yet to open and bloom
I’m wide awake
Sipping my second cup
Of strong coffee
And my heart is filled
Way past the brim
Overflowing
Because I know
There’s beauty in the brokenness
Cracked pitchers
Display flowers
Instead of holding water
Broken tiles
Create mosaics
Old things can be
Restored
Redeemed
Repurposed
Tattered jeans
Still feel good
But most of all
Relationships
Change
Grow
Become
So exquisitely
Beautiful
Over time
When we know
Love
More than ever

Jeanna’ Mead written October 11,2016 7:05 a.m