His hands cradled each piece
as he fit them together,
one by one.
Jagged edges pierced his skin as he worked,
tirelessly,
carefully,
relentlessly.
He ran his finger across each broken edge
before fitting them together,
and wept.
Slowly it took shape.
Its beauty could be seen with the first few pieces,
which seemed to fit together better than before.
At some point it was able to hold water
sparkling,
clear,
like morning dew.
It began to pour,
over feet,
hands,
and heads.
The pieces came together faster,
as it held more and more water,
washing and renewing those around it.
Soothing burning tongues,
filling the hunger.
Its light could be seen from afar,
the beauty imparted by those hands,
that is in each piece,
so carefully assembled.
The pieces continue to be put in place,
growing in beauty,
and truth,
and joy.
Crystalline.
Bottomless.
Unbreakable.
