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[miriams_well]

Pick it up:
Reach into the sadness
Broken brightly,
Smashed like a window

Reach into it
Do not strike out,
Do not smash what is already broken -
But heat the iron

Reach down
Into molten earth
Find passion
(Remember the word:
To suffer)
And compassion
(To suffer with)

There is no one to blame
There is nowhere to strike
Only the ones standing here
Looking at the broken glass
Like bystanders
(How did this happen?)
And perhaps like allies
(How can we repair?)
Perhaps, also,
Remembering the beginning

And only one answer -
To keep reaching,
To risk cutting ourselves
With what is broken,
And to gather the glass,
And to hold it,
And to feel it,
And to heat it in the crucible of passion,
And to melt what has broken,
And to blow, slowly, new forms
To hold what is worth remembering.