could invite it into
our cracked vessels
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then we could coat
every rough surface
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the way tiles bond
with grout and luck.
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If we could pluck shards
from the dark, the unknown
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then we could discover
their shapes and sharp edges,
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to see where they fit together.
We could fashion a mosaic
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of patterns and pathways,Â
of fear, hope and love –
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all shining, all blessing.