Altar

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