Juggling Glass 

Up and down

Round and round

They go….

Each new thing adds to the balancing act

Too many and one might drop…

They all might drop

Every part of our lives like a piece of glass

Fragile, beautiful, tougher than we think

Family, friends, a love to juggles with us…

Even when they fall they don’t all break

Jobs and responsibilities…

Needs and wants…

Challenges and opportunities…

Loss, heartache, illness…

Achievement, knowledge…

Self…

They pile up…

Faster and faster…

Commit…

Trust…

Choose…

Some things fall…they break, they crack…we break

We pick them up and sometimes they cut us…

We sweep them away and go on, we must go on…

We loose some

Some change but can never be lost

In them is our joy…our life, the good the bad they are all beautiful in their own way

We keep juggling

When we stop…we stop

We juggle

We live