I started an essay last year and am working toward its
completion. It recounts my struggle to deal with my parents’ decay leading to their death. In that essay I wrote “My prayers shattered to the ground; the silvered slivers pierced my soul.”
Today I read Ann Voskamp’s blog where she looked at silver slivers in a different way. Her slivers are slivers of a whole we cannot see. (Try to say that three times rapidly!)
Read about her slivers: http://www.aholyexperience.com/2012/05/for-the-days-that-seem-to-be-going-bad/
Photo By Jef Poskanzer (originally posted to Flickr as smash) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
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