There is something about people who have weathered difficult circumstances
Some get harder
Layered like strips of leather
Their mien once supple
Becomes tough and loses its pliable
They don’t bother with niceties
Always at the point of alarm
Then there are the others
Touch forehead to forehead
Eyes like stained glass windows
Red tabernacle hearts beat slow
*What is “stained” – can be tempered and turned into beautiful glass that creates patterns, reflections, pictures and stories that draw others in
Or simply broken
Left full of sharp jagged edges
That cut and cause pain
It’s a choice.
And perhaps the most powerful one we make – how to respond.
How to behave.