We are born whole

We are born whole.

Glittering. Golden.

A perfect, luminous sphere.

We roll carefree down the

and get chipped and cracked.

If we lose too many fragments,

we can lose our clear vision

We can lose our way.

Or so it seems. But the chips and cracks

are like a roadmap guiding us to our

Divine mission. Making a difference

is how we find our way home again.

bumpy road of life

of who we are.

AURORA WINTER