Bumping Into My Awareness

I am holding these
gems of mourning and grace
feeling both the weight and the wings
of their lessons...
woven tightly with tear threads and tenderness.
I clutch them now
and like marbles with their centers of brilliance
flashing in the light with each roll,
they create a cacophony of colorful sound,
slipping thru my fingers of thought
bumping into awareness
and turning on the Lights....