Leaving Romania

I feel like a mosaic

In a distant memory, I was pristine

Unbroken, smooth

Needing nothing to hold me together

But once I was shattered

It was then that I thought I was not whole

My beautiful colors

Like sunset, ocean, and willow tree lay shattered on the ground waiting to be swept up

For fear they never would be

For all my begging to be retrieved and returned to the way I was

I did not notice God arranging me into something beautiful

My colors

Like sunrise, sea, and evergreen live next to one another in communion

And added was a mirror to reflect the beauty of creation that could not be captured

In color