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If there was a thread for every broken heart,

That would deftly sew back the cleft from lost love,

Who would be seamstress, tailor of this art,

That could mend the rift that brought one undone?

And what would the healing string of repair consist',

That would hold firm the tear with seamless air?

To allow the relentless carry-on to persist,

We are to find in flights of passion and fare.

Whirlwind romances that find us entwined,

In sumptuous frolic and carefree dance,

To be left before the other feels they can't,

Leave, but alas we were there in body and mind.

But it is not just the twirl and tempt to rend the rent,

Also the slow ascent in quest that 'may fall, broken and bent.



This thread I speak' must be fine, strong andd well applied,

To hold out through future tremor and storm,

Where a passing sight may say ".. walk on by,"

And our slighted presence feels not cold but warm.

As the inner strength of completed repair,

Exudes the glory of memories kept true with grace,

To just smile with a knowing of what was shared,

Attempted, felt, discovered and raced.

So that the whole world may pass by in procession,

And as so we simply become stronger and engulfed,

In the beauty before and again find the result,

That the love be multiplied instead of lessened.

As too the pricks that saw us erode and collapse,

Were also the needle's action like a tree un-axed.



The tailor or seamstress that performs this act,

Maybe a deity like Persephone of spring.

That lifts the heart with an adulatory pact,

Made by the Gods so we may dance, swig and sing.

Or maybe the Christ in his sacrifice of life,

Does still hold the compassion to sew and to stitch,

Back together the broken capsules of love awry,

To call for His return to make hearts from the pith.

Perhaps it is not the story of the Lord's and of Deities,

But of one small entity that labours quite tamely,

Who calls themself lowly and quite unashamedly,

Will mend for the Heavenly and those found in Hades.

It may be your enemy, your sister your wife,

It is simply the capability of the gift known as life.



(c) R.H.Elliott 2004