I lay the broken pieces on the altar
that they might be knit together by light,
that it might bathe them and envelope them
and be all the space between them
till no space is left unfilled
and they will be full,
and their former gaps will now be
the most precious of their substance,
and their former shards
will be cherished reminders
of what I hoped for long ago,
and that, in the light,
nothing is lost.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2019