Jul 21, 2011 11:27
It's been ripped out, stolen away, or shattered to pieces more times than can be counted.
Emptied out or filled to bursting, it always seems to be broken somehow.
Take a thread of compassion to pierce the skin - the first stitch is courage, and the last is patience.
To bind the wound is to invite scarring, but wisdom's salve is this: Leave it open.
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