I saw it coming

but was
powerless
to prevent it.

A gentle nudge
of the vacuum cleaner
against the shelf
where the
precariously
perched
picture
began sliding into
the glass bowl

which began its own journey
across the shelf
and
off

onto the marble tile
where it shattered
into hundreds of pieces.

This is how my life feels today. Then I am reminded that shattered dreams are easier to repair than shattered bodies. Emails today speak of an infant waiting skull surgery and a friend's brother on hospice care.

Lord, today I can only pray that you will keep my perspective right and show me your way. Amen