With humble tenderness of mending nets,
to hold the whole to patiently assess
its base integrity, 
and if there are some holes,
to ply the string and tie the knots
that will restore it –

Just so with all the patterns of my thought –
I seek to mend them, so that they can catch
shining perceptions,
bright glimpses of Soul,
in every life, in every sea we troll.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2022