Baptismal Renewal

She holds the shard
of the shattered pot
that once held
the beautiful house plant
now lying broken
on the dirty floor.
He traces the glue
onto its edge,
then fits the piece
into the mending hole
like a puzzle piece
worked at Christmas.

I cannot mend
your heart shards,
but I know
where to find incarnate glue,
and I will hold
the pieces steady
with care
while you mend
with prayer
and thanksgiving over the water
that will come
to fill the empty hole.
  
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