a broken heart can mend and mend again, become a tent,
a patchwork of skins strung from pole to pole,
a temporary dwelling for God’s glory,
a foretaste of what is to come—
a heart can bend to that, learn to trust
in someone bigger than the one who broke it
in the first place,
forego the fear of Man,
become adept at telling a relatable story
around the fire, the gravitational centre of friends
seeking to open their hearts,
surrendering
small patches to strengthen the whole, add beauty
This poem appears in my book ROSES IN WINTER.
