jan 29, 2012

i found a poem tonight called "my tribe through darkness comes shining" and thought it was a good meditation on remaking and mending. here's an excerpt. enjoy!




 "my people see in every scrap
a glimmer of the miracle
of creation to be brought forth through their hands.

bring it on then, i say, let it all fall down
into our laps, into our receiving hands
into our welcoming hearts.

 we'll make a new world out of anything
you give us."

- carol bridges, 2004