Something to Mend
There is always something to mend. We start out whole, all of a piece, and the world rips us. Some small and easily fixed. Some devastating, and never truly rectified. Some from outside, and some we do to our own sweet self. We rip the ones we love, often without awareness. We live with the tatters. Learn to cover them. Hid the holes. Put on a sweater. We aren’t fooling anyone,
We have all been torn apart. Little by little, day by day, frayed at the edges. The menders know compassion. The deniers rip you new ones; scared to admit the truth. The saints mend for those who persecute them.
Love says, “Press on. Don’t give up. Pick up your needle and make things whole again. Sew with great sadness if you must, but be busy in the name of Love. This world needs your perseverance.” There is always something to mend.
LBM 12/16/16

