Who wants to live in a house made of glass?
Never alone but always on display. No place
to hide. People pointing fingers would know
where you were and what you were doing.
Nothing would be safe
At first she thought it was fun to live in her
glass house where she was in the spotlight.
Everyone would look up to her.
She would set the standard, be the boss.
One slip up and that was the end.
No one listened any more.
Her glass house shattered. She realized
that each person is important. No one
should be put on a pedestal, only to be
toppled for one mistake. She would no longer
pretend she was the best. All would have a say,
and mistakes would be forgiven.
Gayl Wright makes her home in upstate South Carolina. Married for over 47 years, mother of 7, grandmother of 14. (Her oldest son is deceased.) Gayl loves to explore new areas of creativity as she crochets, composes poems, writes, art journals and spends time in nature. She is a seeker of truth, looking for beauty in ordinary things. Writing from her heart about all of life, her desire is to encourage others and glorify God. She blogs at Words, Photos and Art.