That healing is complicated and a word that doesn't encompass the long and complicated process of healing a torn heart and soul . It takes, more than anything, time, but if we are fortunate, we have people in our lives who will help us heal. Friends, community, family;they will help to smooth the broken and ripped fabric of our hearts.
Dedicated to my friends at the morning minyan at KI.
Morning
light tiptoes through the shades,
defeats the shadows
as the ghosts of the night slowly fade,
receding
along with midnight dreams.
Butterscotch light puddles
from corners
And melts into
A new day dawning
Weave me a healing
for my threads are broken.
Twist them
over and under
so they crest
like the ocean tide.
For the stitches are uneven,
the weave erratic.
Colors bleed together,
heartbreak and tears
interwoven.
Bumps and holes,
skips and missteps
knotted into a tapestry of life of loss. Weave me a healing.
Sit me in a warm corner by a window
where I can see the sky.
Where the sun spreads her warming rays over
the scattered threads of my life.
I gather the threads in trembling fingers.
Over and under;
one stitch forward, two stitches backward.
Bends and arcs;
Each a stitch of darkness and light.
Of sad endings
and someday beginnings.
Come.
Please enter the room.
Sit by the window with me.
Hold the threads in your hands
for I cannot weave this alone.
Guide my hands.
Pull gently on the threads
so they weave evenly.
Gage the stitches
so to smooth the design.
Help me restore
the rhythm of the weave,
the joy of creating.
The breath, the hope,
the smile, the laughter.
The return.
Help me
to weave a healing.
